Too exhausted to
Today when I was stewarding the gate. All giddy at first, high spirits letting the hands show the way and the voice lead after. Appreciating the weather and people's smiles. But as I’ve come to the end I’m too fuckin exhausted to write. All I wanna do is pick up the pen and have my rent covered as I scribble away all these thoughts from my head until there’s nothing left but…
Emptiness
I’m too exhausted to write
All I wanna do is write
But I’m so fuckin tired
Tired from two days of work back standing on the feet
It’s been so long and I’m already fuckin exhausted
Characters in my head beating me up for being a fucking pussy
Others chiming in to remind of leg beaters
It’s okay to be tired
But all I wanna do is write, make, and have my least expenses covered without having to break my back
I’m just too tired to write.
But maybe this is the fight.
Or the flight and glide between struggle and ease
The ease of the words that fall from this tongue
But it’s not the tongue this time that writes but the the thumbs that type on this metal one I carry everywhere
Ye I’m too tired for this
But maybe I’m not as I feel the words spill from my gut
I can feel the heatstroke softening
The legs that were stiff now softening
The thoughts it my head that fought now softening
Maybe this is okay
It doesn’t have to be perfect because of this ringing in my head
WRITE EVERYFUCKING DAY
how dare you miss one how you so shit
You can’t even be consistent for a bit
But nah it’s okay
Coz maybe this is all it takes
Just a few words that spill on a trip home from chaos to calm
The opposite of the second law of therma
But for me this is the first
Don’t fight, no perfecto pls, just write man and
Breatheeeee
123
outtttttt
12
And you’re free