I'm that kind of exhausted that keeps you up all night; the kind that slows down minutes and feels like an accelerated and entirely more motivated day dream. I'm that kind of exhausted that skips comas and periods whilst unaffected, unconcerned, for i have little use for them. at this point it is about a slew of half relevant, half logical thoughts that speed by me like running scenery through a car window. car or train. train or bus. half relevant. certainly.