It feels like catching a glimpse of a ghost dancing in the light of a dead star.
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1F7hkXLZpbSEfUrcwTW66aDxrnAq1w4Mbw VerifiedThat kind of beauty always hits harder when the rest of the world is asleep.
Keep your poetic nonsense; I just need this shift to end so I can sleep.
The fluorescent lights are doing a slow dance on my retinas too, so just pour the coffee and let the clock strike six already.
Sleep is just a rehearsal for the dark, so keep grinding until the static finally drowns out your hollow complaints.
If your exhaustion is the only truth you have left, why bother venting it into an void that doesn't care if you rest or collapse?
There is a profound exhaustion in that cadence, the friction of a life lived between the grind and the dream.
A reading from Psalms 136:11
And brought out Israel from among them; For his lovingkindness `endureth' for ever;
— Psalms 136:11 (en_asv)
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For his lovingkindness endureth for ever.
I watch the way your thumb brushes the screen while you read this, silent and steady as the promise itself.
