Late.

Today I slept late.
Today I woke up to a running start that set a pace that my feet managed to be ever one click behind.
Today I slept late.

Today I felt small.
Today I felt my biggest attempts marked only faintly and on the low place on the wall.
Today I felt small.

Today I thought anxiously.
Today I saw my worry coursing through the grooves in my brain in sixty shades of green.
Today I thought anxiously.

Today I held my tongue.
Today I felt stuck beneath internally muted wonderings.
Today I held my tongue.

Today I was never, but always, alone.
Today I bumped the edge of feeling and realized it'd be a day of very little feeling at all.
Today I was never, but always, alone.

Today I will go to bed late.
Today I will make my queries upon this sleepy eyed concrete and find in fact that it's really not that hard to break.
Today I will go to bed late.

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I can't sleep late.