Tired

Tired

I am too tired to write today

Words escape my mind before I can grasp them

All of my energy has been spent dreaming

A room full of people morphing into their story counterparts

Shifting shifting shifting

Mingling with and embracing the strange shape of each other

An orgy, a freak show, a carnival

All at once

Here in this very room

I am too tired to write today

Sara Parker-Fuller