This afternoon, full of energy and optimism, I had a thousand things that I wanted to write tonight. I spent the better part of the evening bursting at the seams with every word I’d ever heard.
But now, at four in the morning, it’s everything I can do to keep my eyes open long enough to say that I don’t really remember what I wanted to say.
It all started with a question.
What do you want?
Maybe eventually I’ll answer that. It won’t be tonight. No, tonight I just want to crawl under a blanket and disappear for a few hours.