Maybe I am tired because I lack passion. Because this is my only output. Because I have settled, albeit briefly into the routine of marriage. Maybe I have no energy because I am vaguely happy, sitting atop things I have wanted, guarding my treasure jealously but not reaching for treasure that is not mine. Maybe I am tired because this kind of contentment makes me a little sad. Nothing to hope for. Nothing to covet. This is why I am tired.
I sleep a lot.