My skull is a crowded room on fire
Too much data, too much light
A relentless, flickering feed
Bleeding into my eyes
Robbing me of sleep
Robbing me of breath
I am rotting in the bleachers
A spectator to everything
Everywhere, all the time
My brain won't shut its mouth
Even in sleep, dragging me through dirt
Solving useless puzzles just to hand me the bill
I am so sick of thinking
Drag me to the dark, thick woods
Bury me beneath the silent pine needles
No screens, no noise, no pages
No progress to be made
Do not move a single leaf
Do not fix anything
Do not give me answers
I don't want a dream, I don't want a thought
I just want the world...
To finally stop touching me.