Midnight Thoughts
I'm not sure who I am these days except a bundle of questions and dreams. I'm closer to thirty than twenty, which in many eyes is still young, and yet I feel like I've lived lifetime after lifetime, and still, not lived quite enough. I'm tired. The kind of tired that sits so heavy in your bones it keeps you from falling asleep. Does everyone feel this way? Sticky with sweetness? Sick with hope? Muddied, unfinished, closer than ever before to death?
Comments (5)
Beautiful Autumn 🌼😊🌼
Such a delicate and moving haiku.
This has a beauty to it that sings to the soul. Welcome back
Really nice to recite aloud. Rolls off the tongue like honey. Great work Jason!
What a perfect ode to autumn. My favorite season. Missed reading your work.