Someone does need to weave words, but I now know that the truly unique people can do that, and then speak those words flawlessly. To ignite a spark of emotion that lights a flame of passion. That’s what I wish to be.

I’m just a *bit* burnt out.

This has a bit to it.
It’s about being burnt out.
I disarmed myself during the cool season, where i had suspicions that i would burn out, but i denied them. Then I hit hard in the rough cold season, without any warning, or way to brace myself.

The justice was that I was right. I got burnt out, badly. I need a nap ****.

Thoughts, lovely thoughts.

Every action has an equal-opposite reaction, my feelings reciprocated your own, and now you’re long gone. I wish you well, my friend.