Pints of Peonies

You know that feeling, when you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home into your room to close the door and to fall into bed to let out everything you kept in that day? That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and to tell you that its going to be okay. But nobody is there. You know you have to be strong because nobody can fix you.