East of myself, So long to process,
Even longer to recover.

It's been months, years,
since I've been truly
relaxed.

I now realize,
The night is gone.

Betrayal, strange beast,
You took me on a long ride, Exhausting resources
I didn't know I had.

Mind is clear,
Night is gone,
Day is young,
Play.

△🙇🏼✍🏼🧘🏼△

Play, 12 avril 2025