So this is exhaustion,
or a fascimilie there of.
How can I deal with this?
How did I deal with it the first time?
Ten years of my father winding down,
now Year One of my mother,
and,
fucking selfish me,
how does this impact me?
How does this affect me?
Days in hospital,
Days at home staring at walls
feeling helpless,
again.
I know this is unstopable.
I've seen Mister Death cloak and all
lurking around,
waiting for his time,
but again?
This soon?
I want to say not this time, not this time...
give me a respite,
from you,
a couple of years,
we know that is transitory,
but for me would be enough.
He never listens.
Just looks at the hourglass,
tells you to count precious sands,
and he's right,
and I hate him.
