Blue Song
by Tennessee Williams
I am tired.
I am tired of speech and of action.
If you should meet me upon the
street do not question me for
I can only tell you my name
and the name of the town I was
born in — but that is enough.
It does not matter whether tomorrow
arrives anymore. If there is
only this night and after it is
morning it will not matter now.
I am tired. I am tired of speech
and of action. In the heart of me
you will find a tiny handful of
dust. Take it and blow it out
upon the wind. Let the wind have
it and it will find its way home.
2 comments:
Its ok. SL/RL isn't going anywhere. Just chillax till your mojo finds you again. That happens to me all the time but it always comes back.
Hibernation was invented for a reason. Just eat yer nuts and rug up. The thaw will be along soon. Hugz.
Even blowing dust has a path. Show me.
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