dozing off in the library...

It never ceases to amaze me how tired I am until I sit still. It's almost as if the gas gauge never really registers empty until I'm at a full stop. With homage to Saint Sebastian I too find myself tied to a column with arrows piercing me from attackers. But his attackers were intentional. Mine are self-designed, self-inflicted and sometimes welcomed. Looking about for more to do. Searching for the extra time to put in on a project. Doing good for others and never really resting.

Is this what dying is like? To be caught up in activity only to slow down until, without realizing it.... nskublckcnoectxs-a- aoetto
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