There has been so much grief lately

If I’m not grieving my own things

35,000 deaths

And still fucking counting

Like it’s okay

Or the news will tell me some heartbreaking story

And I’m so exhausted

Not to say that my exhaustion is anything like living in a warzone

But the other things

Having huge feelings

I feel so intensely

And to this endless tale of loss within my life

That I have no power to help in any way

I want to do something

Even with the power

Would my body let me?

So tired

How to stay awake when living is a nightmare?

My dream world, while strange and confusing and repetitive

Most of the time I’m able

There’s nothing I can do in waking

I feel so helpless and tired

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