I’m tired.
Being between ideas isn’t the best way to be.
I like to believe I’m funny, but only when I can bounce off someone else.
The rest of the time I’m morbid, unresponsive, difficult and tired. Always tired.
I’m debating taking myself hostage. I’m always a hostage to myself, but, I think everyone is.
Have you ever driven for hours for no reason?
Hours and miles and your playlist and the roar of your exhausted engine and the ache in yourself, your tired overwhelmed body. It aches for a destinations.
No destination. No reason. Nothing.
I’m awake.
Gin, juice and J’s.
Good evening.
Welcome to my first pointless post.
With love, my mind.