Everyday the fatigue just clouds me so much, I just want to curl myself into a cocoon and shut out the world.
Yet there are also those very same moments where I would long for a word, a smile, a warm hug, or even just a person there to listen to me rant, extol, grouse, or ramble.
Ironies of life never cease, as we are self-contradictory beings, not knowing what it is that we want and truly seek. In this aimless and directionless journey that we walk, day after day, month and month, that grows into years and reflects in the gradual greying of the hair.
What am I doing? Why am I here? When will I wake up? Where am I headed? Who am I? How will all these end?