This week went by in quick chunks.
Like swallowing old pills.
But it’s done.
Think I’ve lost all my in-betweens.
I’ll change everything again.
I’ll be heading east in a year.
So much for settling in.
Nothing to worry about now.
Everything will be alright.
Here’s to being driven.
Here’s to risk.
Here’s to the future.

I have work to do.
Time to focus.
Hiatus.

Go to bed.
You know you need the sleep.
I’ll be back when I feel like it.
Much love.