8/30/17

I’m tired.

This year has done a number on the world as we know it, and on me for that matter. I have to believe that the pendulum of positive/negative energy has lost all forward momentum and is preparing for the arduous swing back towards reorder.

I’m tired.

I want to be at home with my fish. And my actual fish. I’m running out of space in my notebook, and at a curiously similar rate, brain capacity. Luckily, this year is rapidly coming to a close and in January I can christen a new set of pages.

I’m tired.

2018 holds no unrealistic promise. Just another allotted 365 days. Some good, some bad, most fairly meaningless. That’s just like life though isn’t it? Fairly meaningless.

I’m tired.

I feel ill. As though the paint around my soul is beginning to chip away. Where’s this thing headed? Guess we won’t know until we get there. I could use a long weekend. I desperately need time and safe lodging to define and validate my existence.

I’m so tired.