That nasty blob inside my ribs.

I am tired. Extremely. Tired. And yet, can't seem to fall asleep.

Something's weighing me down a bit too much tonight.

It's my aching heart. I can feel it aching but not kist inside my ribs, in the palms of my hand, in the back of my neck, in all my limbs.

As if pain was not abstract but matter and my heart was pumping atoms and molecules of it into my veins.

It doesn't cease to hurt. Not when I'm lying down staring at the ceiling, not when I'm watching TV and the visuals and sounds fade away into a void, not when I'm leaning against ammi like a disorderly clump of existence, not when I'm driving, not ever. It hurts, incessantly.

I'm tired. Extremely.