I'm exhasuted. I realized this about an hour ago. I feel a tired that has been settling into my bones like an ancient sorrow. I am tired. I am repeating myself. I am not new, there is little vital left in my brain. I need a jump start and I don't have the cables in the trunk. Hell, like I even know where the battery is anymore. What drives me? Does anything anymore? Where did the passion and desire go? I don't even ask that with any intention of answering it. Because I don't care. I don't care where they went or who they went or why. I just want it back.
I sense an impendings elf-inflicted drama.
Something has to change.
I have to change.
