Rest

Everyone asks me how I am

And all I can say is tired.

I’m just tired.

They tell me to get more sleep.

To find my happy medium.

But its not sleep that I need.

It’s rest.

I need to rest.

I need to pause and let my bones settle back into my joints.

I need to breathe deeper.

Fill these shallow blackened lungs with clean crisp winter air.

But I’m stuck in this loop.

This perpetual peddle in the same direction.

Looping back onto myself.

Getting nowhere and never stopping.

So I’m tired.

But I don’t need to sleep.

I’m tired.

But what I need most is a pause from reality.