Tired.
Neither in the physical nor the mental sense,
And I won't consider myself emotionally drained either.
I'm simply tired.
Tired of how the world works,
Tired of the faces that do not smile.
The body sinking into the bed,
All I can think about is the heat exuding from the mattress.
Hot, too hot.
I'm too tired to move and I sleep it away, as I always do.
This sense of detachment from reality,
Nothing but empty, cold; adding to the wintry chill.
I once read Aquarians are often indifferent.
Used to my advantage many times, to remain aloof and distant.
Worked wonders as a teenager, knowing nothing could touch me.
But age has caught up with me, indifference becoming almost uncaring.
I have been in my own head space in the past few days.
Events and conversations replayed, scenarios of what-ifs and maybes.
Mistakes made and lessons learnt.
Restless; filled with a drive to move in so many directions.
Limbo; Neither here nor there, neither up nor down.
Tired.
Tired.
Tired.
