Tired and need bed.

Want to write but the thought doesn’t throw me to page.  So I retire night, day, my Now.  Tomorrow morning hoping to wake early and–  No, I always say that, entertain that.  I don’t want to be that, the one wishing.  Opening a sparkling water then to bed go.  Not sure how the morning will work, me getting everything done, this writing daddy… having to shower, shave, iron, ready those little beats.  It’ll all get done, sonehow.

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