worn.

work is going well, tiring but has its moments.it's all about the students and their learning moments.their insights, the exchange of values.
told them about the poem, its brief situation, even used 'her' haha flew off most of their heads, with a couple of quiet gasps and mostly 'respect'. doesn't matter. it's in the past anyway.
find myself surfing travel sites. trawling for flights, planning. keeps me grounded paradoxically.
i can't imagine going through another r/s. it's too tiring n futile, given current situation. many nice peeps, interesting even.but i have such a tiredness inside it makes me withdraw. another sign of dying it seems. that and spending lavishly n giving things away haha there ya go
doesn't matter.i jst want to finish up quietly, slip away incognito.it's just a shell holding things up.
the world is tedious, its needs endless, never happy.what is that anyway.the only emotion we work towards coz the rest is sadness,anger and fear.happiness is merely an aversion of these.
so like i've worked it out. peace is all which really matters.and that we find at the end-light.

a simple process of elimination:

namaste.