Tired everywhere

Today I can't talk about attachment parenting. I am tired everywhere.

I can't talk about my poetry. Take the lot and burn them in the back.

Today I have my cup of tea and this one thought:

I have my life over there
my life that caravans made then went on their way,
and here I have my life as my bread's worth
and my questions about a destiny a passing present
tortures, and I have a beautiful chaotic tomorrow
~Mahmoud Darwish, (trans. Fady Joudah) "We Walk on the Bridge", from The Butterfly's Burden