God, I’m Tired.
It’s an ironic feeling to be young and Tired.
To know that Time does not affect you as it does others.
To be conscious of this fact is paradoxically even more surreal.
Feeling quite tangibly the distance between myself and those I surround myself with.
I submerge myself within them,
drifting in their easy conversations and letting it come over me,
like lowering myself into a warm bath after a long, hard day.
I find inexplicable release in these moments,
and utter peace in the chaos.
Forgetting the ghosts that come in the dark stillness of the night,
when I lie on my back, eyes on the ceiling,
With my mind a million miles away.