There’s always something,
Sometimes it’s a group of thoughts covered in sadness
Often is one heavy thing that sinks on my heart.
I’m so tired of all,
tired of that something.
But here I am,
writing about it,
listening to beautiful music while doing so.
Some days the exhaustion seems viable
when the morning the sun is on my side,
when a hug feeds my heart
and smiles make me strong enough to keep going.