Something that I should preserve before it gets lost in the vastness that is Cyberspace. This is me from a long time ago. Some things don't change much.


Weariness.

Weary that "catching up" means comparing to see who's doing better.

Weary that every time I need to talk, nobody's home.

Weary at having to watch what I say even in front of good friends.

Weary that I've been giving more than I've been receiving in most relationships.

Weary of the wilful experimentalism of youth, but..

Weary of the emotionless pragmatism that comes with maturity.

Weary. Just plain weary.