I have few words left flowing through me now.
It's late. I'm tired. My bed is warm and tomorrow is looming.
I can't be sure of many things in this life. The good comes and go, as does the bad. This comforts me.
But I know that in this quiet moment, as I sit with damp hair and a mug of tea beside me, I know, I am sure of right now. Of this moment.
And life will iron out adequately; I will grow and life will develop.
I know I will wake up tomorrow feeling less tired and more full than I do in this moment. I know that my hair will dry and tea will be quietly enjoyed.
And I know that these words and this protected moment are the few things that make it all a bearable.