exhausted
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Dear friend, I wonder what you want from me. Are you speaking the truth or are you just fooling around? I really hope it's the latter. Maybe I'm still at the stage when it seems that beautiful words will only come from beautiful people. Maybe still at the stage when the world seems less cruel than it actually is, but only because it's through my own perspective. I guess.
Do I look tired to you. That's because I am. A kind of tiredness that no amount of sleep will cure, A kind of tiredness that emanates from within. A tiredness of mankind. The kind that makes me wish that everything would just stop. If only for one day. Like sleeping beauty. Where the world literally stops. But no. It cannot stop. And if I do stop, I'll be on my own, and wake up to find that the world has moved on. That I'm far behind, forgetting what the world was like before, and forgotten by the world that once existed.
--Merci tout le monde--
9:17:00 AM