The fullness of nothingness.
Quiet for a moment.
All but me are still sleeping.
I couldn’t sleep last night, but nothing new.
A tired arm brings a heavy mug to lips.
Everything is always so busy.
And here I am.
Let’s go.
Quiet for a moment.
All but me are still sleeping.
I couldn’t sleep last night, but nothing new.
A tired arm brings a heavy mug to lips.
Everything is always so busy.
And here I am.
Let’s go.
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