My exhaustion conquers me and I fall apart fall back into bed. I know what I am but I just don’t know what to do with it. I walk in many worlds but lack the vision or the concentration to unite them. Avoidance tactics. You can’t hurt what you can’t touch. My thoughts crumble into brittle pieces around me. My aspirations playing a tune I can’t hear. An atonal symphony of confusion and disenchantment. Exhaustion in A Minor my fingerspan a little too short my hands a little too weak to make the chord.