Light Rain, 82°F
Sleep without sleep , rest without rest a body so tired, reaching for reasons to go on. Day after day the pain grows knowing it won’t kill me, just make my life a living hell at times. Ha you thought I was going to say make me stronger, fuck that shit. My body seems to be getting weaker and weaker. I long for that spark of creativity that lives deep within me. Reaching for a reason to finish projects reaching for a reason to follow thru. I want to paint, I want to create I just can’t find the energy.