I have been a whirlwind.
I am trying to do many things at once.
Not all at once, but many different things.
For a while there I was starting to get worried.
I thought there was no way to rebuild.
There was no hope on the horizon.
And there was plenty of time to watch the horizon.
The middle distance burning holes in my corneas.
Now there is no time, or rather, less time.
Now there is only so much time, and I use it all.
I fill my cup to the brim.
Then I run, sloshing down the street.
It is good to do though.
I have been impressing myself.
No complaints on my end anyways.
One can always try harder.
That's just it.
love you guys.