Feeble Beeble

Feeling so tired. So weary. So open. So frail.

There is so little I can do right now, it seems. You are here, within reach, but I can't summon the magic to make you smile. I can't summon a single spark.

I am feeble yet honest. A bad combination, perhaps?

I have no way of knowing what I'm supposed to do right now. Let it slide? Let things be and just stand meekly in the corner while it all passes by?

I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand.

Somebody throw me a line? Throw me a bone? Anybody...?

Them's the breaks, people.