Feeling Empty

I've been feeling empty these days. The exhaustion of living takes its toll on me every day. I want to do things, but by the time I'm finished with my day, all of my energy has been drained. Writing and drawing end up taking a back seat when I'm so drained that I can't even see clearly. Perhaps this will improve with time. Perhaps it will not, given the state of the world. Whatever comes in the future, I will not become any younger or sprier. The spritely youth I once was has withered with age and with the passage of time bringing heavier hardships to place in my path.

I'm so tired of it all.

I seen joy in this world, only for others to smother it before my eyes. It's hard to hold hope anymore. It's hard to see joy anymore. What good is a heart filled with whimsy when everyone and everything seeks to destroy it?

I'm so tired of it all.

I'll seek out goodness, as I always have. It's so hard these days, but I'll continue to try and find that fleeting goodness which slumbers beneath the bleak landscape I encounter daily.

I'm so tired...