10.1.12

Meeting the morning head-on




Beating waiting at its own game, I've done so much tonight the morning will come as no surprise. I don't want to feel the weight of the day on my back anymore. There is a present, separate from neatly partitioned calendar time, that I must inhabit to go somewhere. Racing with time towards the end of every day has worn me out.

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