Words have no meaning
When I say I’m getting old!
Fun is no longer that, and love is not in my foreseeable future. Weariness is my most frequent visitor. Places I go to are filled with younger crowds, and the places I try to avoid are teaming with peers. The world seems to have outrun me, and I feel out of time and out of place.
When I say I’m tired!
Nothing is worth doing or running after. The bed sheets and blanket are there for me. Fear fills my heart from tomorrow, that it will be same as today, same as yesterday, the day before and the day before that.
When I say I’m bored!
I mean my life has no purpose. My trivial hobbies don’t fill the emptiness inside me. When I say I’m bored: It is a cry for help, a craving for love and human affection. One that keeps me away from the abyss of insanity.
When I say I am stressed out!
My work has no meaning to me other than a survival kit. My life is drained out of imagination and wonder. All the treasures and blisses in my life are worthless, and perhaps homelessness is what I am truly after.
When I say I like you!
I mean I love you, but I have too much valueless pride to say it. That you are the most amazing thing in my universe. That to be in your presence is all that is to it and it is sublime. To be in love with you is to be young, careless, and happy again.