I say this and actually don’t know what I mean;
I want a break and I say this as if I don’t have the option for one.
I do but what I want is far greater than that.
And with that, I cannot break just yet—even if I tried.
The air was so warm today you can feel the after effects on the ground while the moon phases into waning.
It’s late and I won’t get a break.
What’s next? What’s next? I’m only 22 and I feel the children of my hopes and dreams tugging on my pant legs.
This is all too familiar for some.
I’ll be moving soon and other than my humble abode, my business will be taking off as well.
Where is the time?
The days last longer but it seems as if my dreams are creating some sort of spell-bound ties to keep me in slumber.
The nights keep me awake sending me signals. 3:33
It’s late and while I don’t get a break, I write this to you wishing you a comfortable one.
We’ll meet again soon enough.
Call it tomorrow.