After 2:00 am with tomorrow a busy workday and I sit here doing little trivial things trying to convince myself to go to bed.
My problem is that I never want a day to end; each lost day is a lost battle against time. Day after day after day I lose, but it’s as though every day I’m convinced that this might be the first time I win—or at least force a draw.
I’d settle for that.
Also—enough with the liminality in my life. Something’s got to give. Either that or solidify.
I’d settle for either.