when people are tired do they lose that part of themselves that controls all those things that are flying around in their heads, all those ropes and nooses and twine and hooks that keep those bubbles and balloons and fish and feathers down? do the skies become cloudy and grey? does a chill wind rush through the windows of their eyes and shake loose all those lines of thought that tie down their repressed feelings, setting them free and letting them rampage throughout the world?