I am tired.
Not for the lack of rest--
no, I slept quite well last night,
and I've had my coffee.it's something deeper, something
inherently present in the
fibers of my skin, in my
tendons, in my eyes.I am exhausted,
fatigued by life,
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and the empty rooms,
the light and the dark;
By hope and
dispair.So worn down by the world
that nothing in it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.I am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest I need.
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