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I don't know how much energy I have left for writing. I'm tired, and maybe this is giving up. Or maybe it's not.
Maybe it's more like sleep (even though I've been sleeping already for far too many years). Like rest, like rain pouring down on hot summer soil.
I'd like to think that way.
But maybe it is giving up.
And that's okay too.
How tiredness works.
Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.
—The Solivagant.
“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:
Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.
Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.
Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.
I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.
Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".
“what type of tiredness is this? I'm so tired I cant even feel nothing more ”.