Two Months Later

There’s a frequent and unnerving energy in the air on Sunday nights. Anxiety that goes with the start of a new week. A kind of discontent that melts with the weekend.

It is Sunday night and there’s still so much left to be figured out. Thoughts to be put down on paper. Decisions to be made and prioritized. I’ve been living for too long inside my head that I’m beginning to forget, or rather neglect, my primary universe. I am not tired, just impatient.


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