Now

So, I sit here with salty eyes with the pulsating noise perpetuating through the air. Giving into sleep is a vicious temptation but I am unable to, yet staying awake is my current vice. The gaping ball in the back of my throat asks for exposure but I am actively denying it, denying this physical release of partial sickness. Let me through this, let the salt rub my eyes, embrace the ambivalence and overall, get away.