The suns rotations

Every day is starting to blend into one. The nights are spent tirelessly as I can’t fall asleep. Insomnia is a hell of is disease on top of the frustrations of failures and getting no where. I see her and the others and I’m tired of what I see. The he constant comparison the “good ol days” and I’m a wreck. as I see their sails on the sunset coast going in their main voyage I’m stuck here in the bay sinking deep. This life is a toxicity and I can’t help but to feel trapped within my own wreckage. unknowing of what to do next. So I swim as hard as I can with my ship tied to my legs in hopes of reaching the sunset. For more day in hopes of relief. I am my own captain of this ship and I choose to sink and attempt to swim. I’m tirelessly watching as sun the sun passes with the moon. I’m downing in my own sins.