Fever

I think I have a fever.
I’m literally shaking as I type this.
Can’t fall asleep.
Keep listening to my sleep playlist.
Keep thinking about things.
Wish I could just shut my brain down.
For just an hour.

Wish I could go back in time.
And stay there.
When things were perfect.
When I felt…complete.
Or even further back.
When things were simple.

Wish my hands would stop shaking.
Can’t type without backspacing a 1000 times.
Wish it would just rain.
So that I could listen to its pitter-patter as I drift off.
And stop thinking.
Or feeling.
And let the rain melt everything away.
Into nothingness.

Then again, maybe its the fever talking.
I’ll try to sleep.
And not think.

Good night.