Quiet moment

An empty moment
No one asks for anything
So I feel nervous

I have been over committed recently — or at least somewhat more busy than I’m accustomed to. Today, my night job starts a few hours late, everyone in my life is busy and I have been left a few quiet hours by myself away from everything. Its really nice — I need this time for reflection, relaxation, and general sanity — but it feels like its been so long I hardly know what to do with the quiet.

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