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