Tired body and soul. Tired of waiting and wondering. Tired of doing and doting. Tired of the words and tired of the sounds. Bone-weary and soul-strained. So very, very tired.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to thing. I just want it all to stop spinning.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower (Stephen Chbosky)”
Music by José González, “Teardrop”
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 