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consequences of sleep deprivation
The consequences of sleep deprivation are unknown to the sleep deprived. Unknown may be the wrong word. That's a consequence. They are only known when they happen, because memory is one of them. Eyes are one of them too. Closing that is. Talking is another or typing. It all seems to fall apart at the first sign of trouble. It comes and goes you know. But always present. The mind may stop for a quick break but it is back in no time. At least it seems that way. There is no telling when it will hit. Actually that is not true. It comes when there has not been sleep. Slowing. Lots of blinks come and go. Things don't seem what they should be, if they should be. Words are always wrong in this situation. They work as a stopgap so that the mind can catch up, because it has slowed or stopped. It never really does. That's why the words are so important. If they keep coming out it does not always mean the mind is engaged. The key sign is the blurriness, and the loss of focus. And the green on this leaf is important too. Unknown is the why, but it just seems that way. The walls seem to close and open, or maybe that's just the door. The sounds have started, but they are there. I'm sure. It's someone out there moving around. Someone is always there. They love to make the mind wonder. The truth is not always real. Or maybe it is. No one really has any answers to the important questions. The ones that are unanswerable. Those are the ones that make you think, even when the mind is tired and wants to rest.
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