Sleeping Awake

The past few weeks has been hectic - broken pens, and crampled papers - a story has been literally writing itself off-my-head - cutting down my sleeping hours and increasing my work hours. It's been a stress on me, yet I can't help it. It feels so much like a child - a baby I've been dying to give birth to, something I can not opt to abort like the rest, because I know its face will forever haunt me.