Photograph by Ana Santos
There are times when a body is so tired that even the mind feels its burden. The vitals that ought to function do so only as to assure that the basest form of survival is met. That the heart beats and the lungs take and give what they ought. There is no thought given to thought so long as this moment indulges the next. And time becomes a mere sound, a formation of the lips, a nuisance utterance – of no matter, no consequence, no meaning.
- Kaosar
May 15, 2008 at 5:47 am
Wow, that was beautiful.
There have only been a few times where I can say I have been that tired. One of those was after climbing a mountain. I have to say the most satisfying sleep follows this exhaustion.
May 17, 2008 at 1:44 pm
B Majnun – Thank you, I’m glad you can appreciate it. And I, yes, I agree a few hours of a relaxing dreamless sleep is the fruit of such exhaustion.
May 23, 2008 at 1:29 am
That is such beautiful prose!
May 23, 2008 at 1:29 am
Oh. I forgot to add — the photo is stunning.
May 23, 2008 at 9:35 pm
Paul – Hey, glad you dropped by. Thank you on both accounts.