Inertia

It's 4am and I'm awake, again. It's 4am, and it's a bummer, because the clock just stares back at me, punching me in the gut. Reminding me that it's already 4 hours into a new day, constantly telling me that I've done nothing important the day before. And here I am lying around on my bed, feeling guilty but what do those ticking sounds know, they only understand that time passes, and it never comes back. So I listen to it, wanting to drown them out but I can't. It's the sound of my life passing me by, as all I wanted to do is just lie here. Maybe someday my gravestone would write: All she wanted to do was lie down, and she did.