Just roll with it. Don't think too much.
I can read these words later,
Thinking myself to sleep--
Or thinking myself to sleep,
I can read these words later.
This is what you get
When you stop alongside a dark road;
Your headlights are fair game,
They say.
I'll keep writing. I will.
Even though the destination
Is as fickle as a created butterfly.
Fly.
`x~Abe's Heart.
