I'm...

I'm tired, and not just physically. I'm aging, and that's not merely a simplistic observation when it comes from one who's been an old soul since childhood.

I'm lonely, though I certainly don't discount my greatest fortune at being father to and being loved by the two greatest boys ever.

I'm sad, and not only because of the iniquity of people and the inequality of the system.

I'm disappointed, though I know shouldn't be surprised at continual stupidity, willful ignorance, and hurtful inconsideration.

I'm afraid, well, never, really.

I'm bored and boring, for the career I've chosen is bereft of true passion and because I've left the at best mediocre artist I once was indefinitely in stasis.

I'm impotent, and not just because those to whom I've given myself completely have selfishly, even contemptuously left, leaving my soul as purposeless and empty as my hands.

I'm angry, but not for any reasons pertaining to me that one might assume.

I'm aching, and not just physically.

I'm about to get called to work. Guess I'll make a sandwich.