When does the tired stop?
When does the tired come to an end?
When does the joy of living join my life and outweigh the tired?
Tired of being awake.
Tired of being in pain.
Tired of hurting.
Tired of wishing.
Tired of hoping.
Tired.
I’m tired of waiting for the sun to peek over the omnipresent clouds.
I’m tired of waiting for the relief of a painless deep breath; for a resurfacing from the dragging, heavy, cold water.
I’m tired of tired.
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Hope this finds you well,
-L
Sight Unseen 