Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Fatigue.

I'm tired. Of most things around me.
I'm tired. Of trying to find order where people don't see the need for it.
I'm tired. Of trying to regain that spark when most avenues seem shut. Firmly.
I'm tired. Of asking questions, only because people don't WANT to answer.
I'm tired. Of fighting this constant vacuum.
I'm tired. Of making a beginning where people don't want to let go of the past.
I'm tired. Of just bloody trying.

People should be honest. To themselves and to those around them. Then we'd all need less Gatorade.