And so the night commences. In the background, the sound of a faint clock ticking. The day succumbs to it’s inevitable conclusion. It is accepted unanimously. Each time we drift to sleep it resets us to something we were before and then we awake in sudden clarity. For a time at least. But for now we have wrapped ourselves in a secure self embrace all readied for impending dawn.
I wish whoever glances at this, a sincere good night.