Late Night, Maudlin Street

    I wake at 4 am, stirred by my own thoughts. Robins take their place outside my window, talking back and forth with eachother. It's soothing after I wake up startled. But it won't help me fall back asleep. My mind is racing. 
    My priorities have changed since last year, and although this should be comforting, I find that I am only back where I once started. I need to put myself first if no one else is.

"You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."