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…