Midnight Thoughts
I'm not sure who I am these days except a bundle of questions and dreams. I'm closer to thirty than twenty, which in many eyes is still young, and yet I feel like I've lived lifetime after lifetime, and still, not lived quite enough. I'm tired. The kind of tired that sits so heavy in your bones it keeps you from falling asleep. Does everyone feel this way? Sticky with sweetness? Sick with hope? Muddied, unfinished, closer than ever before to death?
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Haha, good job! Taking something as mundane as a gopher or a ground squirrel digging a hole and turning it into a spooky haiku is a pretty cool thing.
What on earth is that title, please I must know.