I am exhausted. It makes me reach out in emotional ways. Maybe that is
why we settle for not being loved or for slighting out sisters or
brothers. Maybe we are so exhausted after centuries and generations of
torture that we are desperate for any attention, comfort, affection.
Maybe we don't see the harm it causes us. I'm so tired I need a hug and
if I could get it from unwise sources, I would likely make really bad
decisions around that. I should go to sleep. I have no time to paint.