My heart is drowsy. My emotions are sleepy. My give-a-fuck needs a nice nap.
After the holidays, I’m going underground.
I’m going to be conservative with money, food and socializing. When you get too close to people, you become pixellated.
Overexposed. Played out. Expected. Taken for granted.
I’ll need to charge the batteries on my smile, for the people who require a battery-operated smile.
Rekindle my fire. A Spartan tartan.
Every once and awhile, we all have to go underground.