Urgh...Tired

The moment I wrote this post I had already finished the class. Sitting on my chair head staring skyward and leg crossed and being put on another chair just to feel the let off of a week's burden. I took a deep breath followed by a long sigh. I wasn't aware how tired I was until the sigh was over. I wanted to take a nap but my eyes just couldn't close. I wanted to stand and take a walk but my mind told me not to. That's what we call laziness; when lactic acid conquered your muscle you still have some wills to go. But once it conquered your brain you'll discover a world of your own where nobody exists except you.

Been a long week, though t'was just 5 days passed by. I was so worked out and worn out that I hope Saturday will come after this minute. But one's tiredness never changes the time, neither forward nor backward.

One thing over another thing comes lurking around, comes into my book and stab and jab my body and wills. Those things are the thing that keep me moving. Actually they didn't move me at all, but I moved them around at my own pace. It seemed like they were too fast, but they actually hadn't even picked the 3rd gear. Maybe I stressed the 2nd gear they looked too fast in everyone's eyes. The way I drive things is totally different from the way people move things.

There come the works. I want to have my rest.