mai

I am the red in your eyes; the veins that branch out and seep into white...with the passing of each day.

I am the epidermis under your eyes; the sallow bags that darken, bruise, blacken...with the passing of each day.

I am the heaviness in your eyelids; the perpetually dragging weights that push all else aside and simply shut. With the passing of each day.

I am the stiffness in your neck; unable to support the head, prone to drooping whenever unattended...with the passing of each day.

I am the slow beat of your heart; delaying more and more as each second swims through time and gasps for air...with the passing of each day.

I am...tired.

I am...really bored.

:)