Tired

[ZenitYerkes]

I'm so tired of the things going on, of seeing that love here does not work and all I have left to be heard is being bold, being sharp, being lieful; tired of dreaming and see it was nothing but a dream, that I'm still waking up in the same rotting hole with the same rotting people and the same stinky, big and disgusting amount of everything. Tired of having an idea and watch powerlessly how it turns being a piece of surreality which is as nice as void. Tired of feeling bad for something I can't change but I need, even if broken or harming.

So tired I am, that I would look for a comfortable bed on which I could sleep for centuries, on whic I could forget everything and wake up in a brave new world.

But I chose to fight. Restlessly, tired, I will fight for this lost cause.