Im tired.
Well, not me exactly, my heart.
It feels like it has been working extra muscles while I myself work myself into near-death.
Its tired now, Like some heartstrings pulled to tight to keep my heart from falling out of my chest. In my blur-of-the-moment lifestyle as of late, Im afraid my heart cant keep up.
It needs to rest, from love, from hate, from feeling, Just for now.
Rest.
Rest.
Rest...