Am I more awake when I am asleep than during my waking hours?
The days and weeks gather speed and fly by faster than ever.
Am I breathing? Am I living?
It seems like the harder I try to grasp this semblance of my life, the faster it squirms out of my fingers.
My mind has been wrapped in cellophane. Some days the malaise begs me to fall back to dreams.
Dreams of my life, bright thoughts sprinkled with trepidation.
But these are all veiled from me, for now.
Am I awake?