Some days the tired isn’t just in your body—it’s in your bones, your thoughts, your very soul. This piece came from one of those days.
A quiet kind of surrender. A reminder that even when I feel like I’m barely holding on… somehow, still—I float.
Maybe you’ve felt that too.

✨Take what you need from this.
And if you’re feeling that weight, you’re not alone.

Skelly-💛

Still, I Float

My muscles groan, my bones protest—
like creaky floorboards under stress.
My head keeps time with its own beat,
and all I want is my bed’s retreat.

Sleep, the healer, quietly comes—
with dreams and rest, the body hums.
A little love, a little care—
and maybe peace waits for me there.

But tired lives beneath my skin,
where thoughts twist loud and spin within.
I long for simple things again—
a quiet hour, a softer end.

My soul leads on when I feel small,
and keeps me from the final fall.
The days are deep, the moat is wide—
but somehow still… I float. I ride.

SK-

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