Options. I have too many options. God has given me spirituality in the part of hard work, and so I am working hard, but at too many things. Sleep eludes me, work increases, strength wanes, and one such as I will grind forward relentless, grinding into the soft flesh and nerves of my body. But sleep overtakes such a relentless man.
The day must soon be cut in two, and in dreams do memories form. I remember her. Emotion recollected in tranquillity. Hoping to cease not till death. God remembers her. Addiction seethes away from her, I believe she is getting stronger. The moon shines upon us, we edge away from darkness though it is still night.
The yoke is lighter when you remember it is there.