Modafinil

It feels like the world is shaking slightly - as if someone pressed "pause" and "play" at the same time. Everything is moving, but with a slight delay, like in the mind of someone who hasn't slept for too long and has already stopped distinguishing between morning and evening. My pulse is steady, my thoughts are racing, coffee isn't helping, but somewhere inside, I still feel confident: everything is under control. Almost. Somewhere between "just a second" and "I'll be ready in a moment," this strange feeling is born - when your focus slips away, but stubbornness won't let you let go. Words are jumbled, reality is shaking, and consciousness, like a faulty metronome, beats its rhythm: stop, start, going. And in this cyclical nature, there's something alive, something real. A little tired, a little drunk from an excess of thoughts, but beautiful in its own way.