It is beautiful outside.
There are 10 million things I SHOULD be working on.
But I cannot get off of the bed.
And that is okay.
Some days it all catches up.
And the only thing that makes any sense
is to surrender to it.
I will rejoin the world.
Tomorrow.
And no, it’s not a poem. That’s just how it should be said.
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Posted on November 9, 2010
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