8:22 pm tonight was the moment when I realized that my brain was too weary to soldier onward.
Now I sit on the couch and contemplate the daisies in the window, the roses on the table, and thank God for thinking when I can't. And I hear this song.
My soul waits, sings, sleeps for tomorrow. There's always hope, always a sunrise to expect, always.
I promised students I'd have some grades ready for tomorrow. I have plans and calls to make and bills to pay. And I already know that all I'll do about it all for tonight is write about it. Right there. Those necessities only get these few lines. This song on repeat.
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