I’m in tears and out of love with life –

but i know that that’s because i’m exhausted,

tired beyond words, tired beyond myself.

self-entitled exhaustion when there are people out there with real

exhaustion seeping into their souls.

for them, i pray, already kneeling with my own

inconsequential tiredness

hating the inauthenticity of this very exhaustion and bout of feelings

it’s not me feeling it really, right?

Isn’t it just the chemicals called tiredness and hunger?

so different in the daytime – unrecognizable thought patterns

then who am i? if this is me at this moment.


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