Killing Daylight

I feel gloomy today. The nothing-is-going-right kind of gloomy; the empty type that reeks of lugubriousness.

I lie on bed and kill daylight. Escaping to dreams and almost-perfect imaginings. My throat hurts and my peepers beg for sleep, always wanting, never getting enough.

These I translate as either another case of quarter-life crisis attacks or, the lesser threatening one: a boding flu.

I wish its the latter. - 1/30/2014