Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

Write a poem about the kind of exhaustion that sinks into your core. Not just being tired from staying up a little later than usual. I’m talking about being exhausted by the effort of living; I’m talking about an emotional exhaustion. What if anything helps you to recover from this type of exhaustion? How do you motivate yourself to keep working?

Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,

The Boy In The Heart Shades