Too exhausted to

Today when I was stewarding the gate. All giddy at first, high spirits letting the hands show the way and the voice lead after. Appreciating the weather and people's smiles. But as I’ve come to the end I’m too fuckin exhausted to write. All I wanna do is pick up the pen and have my rent covered as I scribble away all these thoughts from my head until there’s nothing left but…

Emptiness 

I’m too exhausted to write

All I wanna do is write 

But I’m so fuckin tired 

Tired from two days of work back standing on the feet 

It’s been so long and I’m already fuckin exhausted

Characters in my head beating me up for being a fucking pussy 

Others chiming in to remind of leg beaters 

It’s okay to be tired 

But all I wanna do is write, make, and have my least expenses covered without having to break my back 

I’m just too tired to write. 

But maybe this is the fight. 

Or the flight and glide between struggle and ease 

The ease of the words that fall from this tongue 

But it’s not the tongue this time that writes but the the thumbs that type on this metal one I carry everywhere

Ye I’m too tired for this 

But maybe I’m not as I feel the words spill from my gut 

I can feel the heatstroke softening 

The legs that were stiff now softening 

The thoughts it my head that fought now softening 

Maybe this is okay 

It doesn’t have to be perfect because of this ringing in my head 

WRITE EVERYFUCKING DAY 

how dare you miss one how you so shit 

You can’t even be consistent for a bit 

But nah it’s okay 

Coz maybe this is all it takes 

Just a few words that spill on a trip home from chaos to calm 

The opposite of the second law of therma

But for me this is the first 

Don’t fight, no perfecto pls, just write man and 

Breatheeeee 

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And you’re free