I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, January 11, 2013
the tired place
That vague place
where mind complains
loudly
at the idea
the very idea
of one more decision to be made
one more option to be explored
that place where
eyes
unfocused
gaze at the screen
at little letters
that some how fail to arrange themselves
into something meaningful
that place where a cloud
hangs over one's head
hazy
fuzzy
making the world seem
just one step away, behind the mist
that place where
arms and legs
are heavy
but not warm
and the ears
echo with a faint roaring
and its only 8am
tired
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