I hate that feeling when you’re so mentally exhausted and you have so much work to do, but you just don’t want to do it.
What is more rewarding?
The power to have what you wanted heard, or the search
for the correct answer,
so that one proliferates and stacks emotions
only to be flushed by some cathartic statement
that makes the piano chords that are played
haphazardly seem alright.
Because a few words can warm you on the coldest nights.
just a bit more over a week — it’s been a great time