Tonight I’m just sitting here with the rainfall

and with the risk of sounding trite,

I’m tired.

I’m not happy with who I've become, a mask has also started slowly creeping up my own jaw, putting on a disguised facade. Each day can start with a smile. You hope, you wander, but sometimes it’s forced and in vain. I’m not sure how to dodge or end this. And as the light falls to eclipse and engulf the air in a shroud of darkness, apathy immerses sensation. I dream of a world where I am taken in my sleep. Anything that will save me from this monotony.