Nighttime and I am exhausted.
I sympathise with candles that keep burning right to the end until such time as they can only flicker and die.
What is it tomorrow then I ask myself.
A lot of same old and some new perhaps.
I feel a sleepiness building from within that comes with having a full day and I hope desperately that this inward momentum to yawn catapults into a full blown slumber.
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