Sometimes the exhaustion
Of these days just sneaks up on you. Until you become overwhelmed and shaky in your skin. Your arms tired from holding it all up and your lips chapped from all the words swallowed in the morning sun.
Who will we be on the other side of this? Is there an other side? Or just this moment. A bowl of cold soup lingering in the fridge and the promise of peace fresh from
The oven of domino’s.