Everything, even the things we can’t touch or crush or expand are all in a rush. That even stress is wearing out itself, and things like slowing down or sleeping are scarce and are on the verge of getting extinct.
Lately, i wake up past my call time. My alarm clock would always give up on me and snooze off by itself and leave me there in my bed.
Maybe the world is like this when you’re always busy at work — everything is half-baked, or in a fifty-fifty basis, or in an alternating half-empty, half-full perspectives. half alive. half-dead.
With the exception of love, everything is like this lately. i can’t seem to optimize my thoughts. My brain can process things but I’m not sure how I was able to comprehend the whole thing. This goes in cycle, but what i feel is constant — I am tired. I go to bed exhausted, wake up still feeling tired, go through the day feeling weary, go home feeling heavy, then the entire cycle goes in unending repetitions.
Maybe you can call me a drag queen now — because I literally drag myself everyday to work and try so hard to get by and finish work.
I usually claim that I am a Master Jedi. That I am a superhero called EonGrey. But for some days, I am just Jenny, like Clark Kent to every episode of Superman. And I get weak when work becomes a tangible thing like kryptonite. And for hard times like these, I slow down and whine and even cry my exhausted self to sleep.
Dear, World. Love, Jenny. 