Hazy and thoughtful, I start the day.
There is a calm facade draping over me.
I go around people, looking at my feet.
I don’t bother to brush the hair out of my eyes.
I have packed up what is needed and brought it with me.
I am tired.
I am constantly explaining.
I am living through the best time of my life.
And I am doing it hanging on by a thread.
You would think this would be weird,
But it is not.
My life is not complicated, but it is exhausting.
I have to put out so much effort,
I go through this task and into the next one that has to be completed.
There is no pause button.
Every moment of this life has to be lived.
Even the boring ones.
If only so I can enjoy the important ones.