Being this tired reminds me of my earlier days in high school, toothpicks pry my deary eyes open. I am stagnant behind this towering wall; why can't my body climb? It's fatigued, my mind is drifting to elsewheres and what use to be. I can't recall the last time I felt brave, only this feeling of insecurity. Sweeping over me, like a hurricane and it's waves gripping at my soul. I cut all my ties, "what doesn't bend will break"; I broke. It hurts just to wake up when you know you are wearing thin, alone on the outside. I wish I could sleep for a year, and wake up to something new; to someone new. A new image looking back at me in the mirror, a new mind to play with. A newborn. I want to look at everything with curiosity, looking to discover; to see everything for the first time, again. Familiar streets are brand new.
But, I would remember slowly, with a funny feeling under my skin.
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