Last night I watched the clock inch minutes into hours, knowing that morning would come too soon.
I have no words tonight. Or rather, the words I have, have been written before. Exhausted. Struggling. Tears. Heartache. Frustration. I am bored with these words.
My calendar mocks me gently:
The world of peace and joy is at our fingertips. We only need to touch it. – Thich Nhat Hanh
It sounds simple. Doable. I laugh at the illusion.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll touch it for a moment or two. Maybe tomorrow…