the bus keeps moving and the clouds roll in to sleep. maybe I should do the same. there is rain on the window for a bit. we pull the plug on thinking to watch wartime on the phone. I am smaller than tomorrow and too tired for today.
Friday, December 6, 2024
tired for today
the banner on the screen cannot complete my request. in the middle of an email I no longer have a network connection to the server. they ask me to check my connection and try again later and I do as I am told. frustration begs to break but I am tired. the drafts are lost like school friends or hope. what a shame. should I care and scrape for meaning to disappoint a little more? the energy that was has been wrung into the sink. I watched it empty through the drain without a sound: the last sip of a drink I thought I wanted. not enough for a splash, but a few unsteady drops I might’ve used to wash my hands for someone else.
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