Taken with an IPhone 6s

I am tired not for a lack of rest -- no, I slept quite well last night, and i've had my coffee. It's something deeper, something inherently present, in the fibers of my skin, in my tendons, in my eyes. I am exhausted, fatigued by life, by the noise and the silence, the people, and the empty rooms, the light and dark; by hope and despair. So worn down by the world that nothing in it can refresh my mind from the constant buzzing. I am tired, and there are not enough hours in the might for the type of rest I need.