i am tired, so incredibly tired. and i don’t know how long i’ll be tired for. more so, i don’t know how long i’ve been tired for.
i’m not tired in the sense that my body desires sleep, but i want to stop aching. it does not matter how long i can forget it for, because each morning i am met with the inescapable moment of the stark truth of how empty and devoid of warmth my days continue to be.
i try to hold longer to forgetting.
it’s frustrating, really. because even on the days where i do feel the warmth on my skin and in my heart, i still ache.
