The nights are short; the days are long. The exhaustion is palpable in every step. Little mistakes and errors happen more and more. Nothing major, and all is good. It is a good kind of tired.
The nights are short; the days are long. The exhaustion is palpable in every step. Little mistakes and errors happen more and more. Nothing major, and all is good. It is a good kind of tired.
reflections of an unquiet mind 