I wake to a new dawn.
Fill myself with sustenance.
Like a stage crew lurking behind the scene, a being whispers to me endlessly.
Words and descriptions that pull you down like a whirlpool, drowning you.
A dose of ignorance, a dose of focus, I hope the being leave me be.
It disappears into the abyss.
And come back with a vengeance.
It become a black hole.
All joy and energy slingshot out of me as fast as mercury around the sun.
As bleak as end of days, it become a war.
War between the past that is gravity and present that is space.
Hours passed and events a blur but I remain aware and paralyze.
I accelerate away.
But it lingers ever ready to pounce and pull.
As steadfast as rocket flying through the sky, I finish the day with something accomplish.
However small the accomplishment is.