Living is hard and good!
I think to myself as I sit in this anguish.
I should write about it.
Before long, my heart is still. An impish mound of black and white laziness sprawls at my feet.
I no longer hear cars passing by outside, and everyone in this house is surely asleep.
It's 2AM, and work approaches.
But I've created something new. There's hope, even though I'm stuck standing still right now.