I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Way too late.
.
.
So be it. Some nights just... drag. I can neither sleep nor work nor play. So... I... get lost.
It must be a trick? I don't know. I just feel like... well...
No worries. I'll do what I may, as I am able. It'll work. Good night... if I still have a bit to do.
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