I am tired.

Tired of the dirt on the windows. Tired of the cracks in the floor. Tired of suitcases gathering dust. Tired of the space between now and the past. Tired of the night sky. Tired of the cars driving by. Tired of the noise outside. Tired by the silence in my head. Tired of the promises I make and everything I've said. Tired of searching. Tired of hiding. Tired of something nearly happening but never quite arriving.