I confess...

It is this time at night that I feel most lonely. Yet I'm not even sure I want to talk to anyone even if there was someone I could call at this hour of the night. My eyes are weary and tearing from sleepiness, yet a part of me is still feebly resisting it. I don't go into my bedroom until I am exhausted, because I want to fall right asleep and not think about the fact that I'm alone, or worse yet, the nights I wasn't.

Ah well, at least my black cat sleeps on my bed and exudes sweetness.

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This week has been some kind of spiritual obstacle course that I've run as night is falling. How can I get there if I can't see where I am going?

2:45 am