13/4/16

It's 8:19pm now.

I still have a headache.

There are large salt-like crystals lodged between
the folds of my cerebral cortex. Oh, how I wish I
could twist off the top of my skull, pluck the
little fuckers out, and crumble them between my
fingers.

A pair of particularly large ones press against the
back of my eyeballs. Sweet slumber can never truly
claim me, for resting my head on my pillow only
pushes the crystal further in.

As I sit here on my bed, stuck in this limbo of
discomfort, I am struck by my lack of tactile hobbies.
All my hobbies involve a screen - digital drawing,
coding, playing video games. Blue light will only
nurture those horrible crystals.

Thus I wait, second by elongated second, for the
paracetamol to work. I wait for this team of
trained troubleshooters to climb up my stomach,
up my lungs, up my trachea, larynx and brainstem,
until they finally reach that jagged peak.

I wait for relief. I wait for sleep.


* Note: I typed this out the next day. I feel alot
        better now! :3



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