It’s late and I sneer at myself for not waking up earlier this morning.
When one thing happens, it’s easy to fall off track.
For me, this was moving.
As the mornings become a bit more calm
and more things become unpacked,
my life looks for some stability.
Here, again, begins my journey towards success.
It’s late and there’s work to do. I will succeed.
The temperature in my room is nice. And I’m lucky to be in this setting.
I wonder what your night looks like.
Or if it’s day that you see.
It’s times like these, I wish I had nothing to do.
Oh, but can’t I see? There is nothing to do.
How the days pass.
How I watch the clock.