The morning mists swirl A foggy cloud Obscures the objective of the day That is, assuming there is one Maybe it is just sleep Roll over and surrender to the disinterest Yet, there is fight There is always fight The fight remains stronger than the mists So forward I march


  Bed, a little later than intended Not too late A reasonable night’s sleep should still be achievable   Noises Temperature Thoughts He said, she said, I can, I can’t Do this, do that, I should, I won’t, I will Toilet How’s it been an hour already? Sleep You can do it! Just relax Maybe pray Think... Continue Reading →

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