Exhausted

May 6, 2008
Mood: *weary*

I was just about to go to bed when I remembered that I had to write here.

Cause today I took the bus, and that always sends me into a kind of contemplative mood.

And so I realized, that today, I was weary. Tired. Exhausted.

But not sad.

It was a kind of beautiful pain, I guess.

Sweet melancholia.

I guess the feeling could be compared to a candle flame, just burning still. Not flickering, but standing upright. That crucial moment where it stays still, before it snuffs out.

That may be the wrong analogy, seeing as I'm not really...

Hmm...

Ah well. I'm just really tired, I guess.