I Was Too Tired to Be Interesting

Dear Delyara, Someone asked me something open and human. Not practical. Not administrative. A real question. And I could feel how little I had to offer it. No spark. No story. No curious self. Just a tired woman searching around in her own mind for something warm enough to hand back and finding mostly static. That made me sad in a way the other person could not have guessed. Because I know I am more than this. I just cannot always reach her by evening.