I'm Tired

I'm tired.

How many times do I have to say this to myself? Every hour, minute, and seconds passed around the clock, I can't remember when was the first time I said it. 

For years, exhaustion slowly creeping inside me. Tired how life slowly becoming nothing but like a computer program. How I spent my days watching everything surrounds me passes by like some sort of movies I've seen many times. 

It makes me wonder. What am I living for? What's my purpose? Do I still enjoy the things I used to enjoy? 

Deep breath, closed my eyes and saw nothing but infinite darkness. Keep walking until a small light starts to appear. Keep running until the brightness slowly swallowed my bone-tired body as relief welcomes itself...

-Vulture_Writing