It's late.
I'm a bit tired, but feeling creative.
Introspective.
Insightful.
Utterly unwound.
And I don't want to get in bed.
Because this feeling is one I rarely have.
I'm always too busy
or too drunk
or too consumed by the minutae of everyday.
I don't usually see the beauty around me.
I'm not watching for the things that spark this mind of mine.
I think I need to forget the small stuff
put down the bottle
and just enjoy this life as it floats on by.
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