I’m tired.
I’m tired of this endless wait. Of counting hours and the hours and then the hours after that. I’m tired of feeling down all the time. Of expecting something that’s not going to happen. Of wanting a change, some kind of a change and knowing that i have my hands tied to even try and change anything. I’m tired for looking for meanings in places where there are none… And looking at places for something they are not.
posted by Nika at 1:51 PM
"Once upon a time I dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of following my fancies (as a butterfly) and was unconscious of my individuality (as a human). Suddenly I was awaken and there I lay, myself again. I don't know whether I was then dreaming I was a butterfly or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming that it is a man. Between a man and a butterfly is necessarily a barrier and the transition is called metempsychosis." Old Chinese wisdom
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