carry me off to a tall castle, let me sleep forever.

my eyes close with every metre forward,
at every change of colour, sounds
of the road seems nothing more than buzzing.

obviously, i need a stronger drug than caffeine.

my zombie-induced state, caused by mr kop-azz,
averaging two hours of slumber for the past week,
and significant module
stress, large looming deadlines to finish everything at the same time.

im experiencing an out-of-body sorts now.

it's profoundly amazing to my knackered self that i can feel a bimbo giggle coming on, when there's an almost empty canteen surrounding.

i must either be in literature heaven or serious
delirium.