a power source for everyone else.

i’m tired, too.

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sunlight turns scuffed tennies into immaculate alabaster.

sometimes i wonder if illumination grows weary of the

expectation that it’ll light the way. our way. do you

ever find yourself exhausted by the principle of

being a power source for everyone else?

i’m tired, too.

i’m tired, too.

i’m tired, too.