what’s a game you can never win? a staring contest with the ceiling. oh, the times i’ve tried. when sleep shies away from you in the blackest hours of the morning, what more fun is there to be had? don’t blink, your mind tells you. perhaps you whisper it, knowing no one can hear you, and it rings out in the silence. what’s the point? what’s the point of a game you can never win? an exercise in futility; for every battle worth fighting, another is a lost cause. if the walls could answer to your whispers, what would they say? we are your world, we are your cage. we hide you from the chaos. the only light in the room is your memory. you wish for us to disappear, but why can’t you look away? defeated by the ceiling, maybe you challenge the walls. one after the other, the lesson is repeated. it’s a game you can never win. sleep, are you awake? come over, i could use your company.