The Ghost of Tom Joad
I crashed bad today. Real bad.
I've plateaued somewhere placid but not good.
I am so tired. I just want to go home. But not where I live.
Saudade. Hiraeth.
Maybe this is old age taking it's toll. I couldn't say. Or, more likely, this is just depression. I don't know. I just know that, in this moment, I'm too tired to be angry. I'm too tired to think. Not physically tired, emotionally. Mentally. Some reservoir within me has run dry. I feel like a cloudless sky over parched land.
I want to go home.
I've plateaued somewhere placid but not good.
I am so tired. I just want to go home. But not where I live.
Saudade. Hiraeth.
Maybe this is old age taking it's toll. I couldn't say. Or, more likely, this is just depression. I don't know. I just know that, in this moment, I'm too tired to be angry. I'm too tired to think. Not physically tired, emotionally. Mentally. Some reservoir within me has run dry. I feel like a cloudless sky over parched land.
I want to go home.