It's hard to force things to happen your own way. My body feels so tired but my mind keeps floating along thoughts that has long left my brain, my heart pumps oxygen through my blood but my soul is as broken as ever. I know I'll wake up tomorrow for another day, but still the same routine. What is left to be with a solitary being like me? There are things in this world that's hard to get, there are things that don't make sense but we continue to trod upon it. These words may not mean anything to you, you may realize it or never will, but these words are like puzzle pieces of a tired heart that needs rest.