tired but not tired.

sometimes i stand in my drive way, my neck is tired from holding my head so high,
i take a look at the stars and acknowledge the things I don't know about them.

and then sometimes my neck gets tired from dragging my head so low as i gaze upon the gravel that i stand on, and i ponder where exactly i am in life.

but, as i realize these thoughts i've just typed out,

i come to grasp one thing from this...

and it's that everything is beautiful.

and that's something i will never tire of.

and i'm glad that i have arms to pull my out of the holes that i somehow sink into.

i have one person to thank for that.

cheers.