It’s my norm. 3 a.m. – the witching hour – waiting for water to boil.
It’s been this way since…
Pushing back a tide of thoughts is so tiring. And useless.
I’m engulfed
My head battles to curtail my unrestrained brain activity.
Just like the rampant bubbles trapped in my glass kettle.

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