I don’t know which was is up

or down

or anywhere for that matter

my eyes burn

my body aches

and I am ready to fall helplessly in love with sleep

I feel drained, itchy, crawling out of my skin

but I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything

it takes a certain kind of badass to write 24 poems in 24 hours

Hour 23 staring at me in the face

I have my game face on, though my body feels like I am crumbling like ancient ruins