Impatience turned out to be the loudest of all the voices in my head. I kept hearing it over and over and over again. Like the ominous knock on the front door in the middle of the night. Unwanted. Unnecessary. Stating the obvious.
What an absurd sentiment it seemed to invoke--and it never amounted to anything good. Or anything at all--except for the departure of everything important.
The great divide between significance and futility was a very thin line with an earsplitting resonance.
Nothing changed. And all I could think to say was, "Goodnight."
Sometimes sleep provides a much needed distance to solving the enigmas dealt to us!
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