Just come

Counting the minutes for you to come. Ticking some away by the flow of ink from this pen. Won't you come already? This ink will survive for a long time but that is not such a pleasant thought at the moment.

The world is spinning around me. Still. Until when? I don't know. If I could sleep it all away I would but I cannot. Falling asleep alone requires an effort. Tossing and turning in bed is more tiring.

Just come and take it all away.