here and now, a body, pinned down by the wearings of a busy day. sunken down into a mattress, a struggle to as much as twitch in victory. not so much anything else.
it's the reward of progress, attempts to right wrongs and slay beasts with two words, not three, and a swipe of ink. the burn of lax limbs, with wide eyes left lonely in their company.
but it's a glance into a sweeter future. it's being things and doing things, claiming things, chasing things. pulling the littlest victories to your side and squeezing them for all they are worth.
a heart that bursts for the yet to come, eyes ever the explorer, even with head slack on a pillow.