These OId Bones

I just suck the fun out of everything. Day by day, the flavor gets muted and the sensation... is far from what it was. I am tired and yet I do not exert enough effort. I am disappointed by so many things. These emotions are not doing me any good.

Sometimes I feel that I do not care enough about the things that really matter and that I put too much weight on things that don't. I am stuck in a roundabout and I'm running out of gas. I think I need to rest these old bones. What you do, what you feel, what you think, along with your sins are not my burden anymore. They are not mine to carry -- the same way that I don't give you a cross to bear.

Talk is cheap. Let's just keep quiet.

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