Tired

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.

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About avsongbird

I'm a housewife, an amateur writer and blogger, and the stepmother of three boys. I have four dogs. I love animals, I love to garden, and I love to crochet. I love movies, music, and books. I love to cook. I'm open-minded and creative and imaginative, and I'm an avid reader. I find inspiration in practically everything, and I love nothing more than to inspire such things in others, if I can.
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