Precious is the night, when all are asleep and I'm allowed to enjoy my own company. I thrive in solitude. My soul renews and refreshes. I can think for myself or not think if I want. Family is nice but not without constraints and demands. It's hard to be yourself playing mommy and spouse.
I'd like to go for a ride, head to a shopping center where I can drift anonymously and escape this drudgery. Winter clamps down like a vice, ruining the hope if escaping the family domicile and daily tasks of rote.
So I lay in wait, anticipating the freedom of night, when it's only me and my thoughts.
Just getting through this day.
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