I wake up knowing. The sun sneaks in making patterns of patterns on the curtains. Has it always known? The mind is monkly serene. Its restive meandrings paused.
It's a note to myself. When you're sad, Don't click on send.
Everything gets better. You get stronger. And the universe says ...take it easy.
Do that. Breathe. Laugh when you can. Make someone feel good. Run.