Today, I am the kind of tired
that originates in your mind and soul
and permeates your muscles and movements
until you walk slow and sad
feet shuffling
on broken pavement.
Today I am the kind of sad
that hot chocolate and movies cannot fix
even though they make it a little better
for a little while.
Today, I am the kind of cold
that requires a jacket or two,
even though the sun is shining,
trying to warm the chilly air.
I want to curl up in a ball,
lay in the sunlight slanting into my room
sleep
forget all of my responsibilities.
I am afraid that I'm isolating myself,
but I can't seem to stop pulling away.