Miles to Go

I'm tired.
Tired of carrying the load.
The offer stands.
She wants me to come back.
She offers to bring order to the chaos.
She offers to balance all the things I care not to even think about.

I'm so tired.
Tired of the empty room.
Tired of the living on the go.
Tired of the Spartan lifestyle.

But I know this is how my mind tricks me.
I know the other side of the looking glass...it becomes getting the perfect table, the perfect place, the perfect....the perfect....stuff.

Then moving no longer seems feasible b/c of all the "perfect" stuff you'd have to pack and relocate.

But I am tired....I tell myself it is the cold, grey weather, the desire to hibernate calling to me, the fortress of solitude that is my place feels colder still with all the open air space b/c I own virtually nothing by choice.

I'm a hopeless romantic that doesn't believe in happy endings.

As it is, I wrap up at work and head out.
Good luck and happy hunting,
        - Yrs. in Christ