You know that moment when you’re just exhausted?
When your being is tired and yet your brain is somehow wired?
Like drinking lots of coffee and it not doing shit,
you’re still tired yet you’re somehow going a mile a minute.
It’s like your core is vibrating with a destructive inner focus
and it takes all your strength not to bang your head against a wall.
That’s how it feels to be so huge and so small.
Like the universe is staring, glaring,
for your grand fuck up,
knowing you can do your greatest achievement
yet waiting for your bullshit all the same.
It’s hard to play a waiting game,
the universe always wins.