4am.
Whether I hit the pillow at 9pm,
Or 11pm.
Circadian rhythm haywire
My rhythm is fire.
Burning at both ends.
Purpose, goal,
change as fuel.
The burn is slowing,
And steady.
Let it burn.
Automated Alarm
Posted bysickybeatPosted inLife, Words, Language, and ImageryTags:change, circadian rhythm, energy, sleep
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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