Utter exhaustion. Deprived of restful regenerative and regular sleep too long.
Mind too tired caving in. Craving slumber like the shipwrecked passenger on the deserted island a visual from small aircraft or a desert crawler water.
Such exhaustion of mind body and perhaps spirit. Muscles ache. Body rebels at movement. Like being hit by a mini-van then the pickup then the street-sweeper. Too fuckin’ exhausted to cry yet spent enough to unleash tears at the slightest unreason or provocation.
That’s me. So so so strong and brave and a survivor in the face of brutality and cruelty and harsh realities. Yet am reduced, when deprived of slumber, to a droopy weepy imbecilic mind-numbed dangerous fool craving craving craving: sleep.
Sleep perchance to dream.
Cumulative unrest leads to mental decline and eventually hallucinations. Mine is compromised wisdom, insight and intelligence.
Plus I get cranky like the tot without a nap for half a year.
Reasoning and intelligent thought take a back seat when water and rest are substandard or absent.
Got nothin’ more to say save give me regular sleep or give me death.