Gettin' by.

Its like a persistent nightmare. 3am,bead of sweats on your temples. Paltry endeavours to initiate a modicum of movement all to no avail,limbs failing on you. They remain as still as a statue,only relenting to the desperate pleads after eons of struggling. Getting up only to unearth the ground quivering violently and every inch of yourself tainted in hues of blues and purples and even the pinks of the insides. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. The silent screams blends in with the eerie tranquil of the night. Later shaken to wakefulness by the bluejays,evidently sprawled across the sheets,unscathed and mentally chorusing self-assuring chants to tame a plethora of qualms.