Last night I meandered toward bed,
Like inebriated molasses,
Slow, content, thinking of tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will focus more effectively.
Fight and overcome my distraction.
Oh, tomorrow!
Like thousands of other tomorrows,
Yet, after years, the hope persists.
I keep trying better.
And, even if that is naive,
I am grateful for it.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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