You fall asleep,
My hand to your cheek
At first it seems sweet
Then I think of blander motives
Am I interrupting your rest?
Is this just a unwillingness to move?
Then you pull my hand to your chest
Bringing it to rest, part of me on you
Where I should always have been,
And I remember what love feels like again.
THE LAST PAGE IS THE KINDEST – THE TYPEWRITER TALES BY MELISSA HOLDEN
When sleep eludes you,
be grateful: you’re seeing the dawn
…the World’s waking up.
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Day jobs aren’t forever.
They are for now. For bills.
For the kids, the rent, the tax.
Day jobs are for the sanity.
For knowing you’re working.
Hardworking in bad times.
Day jobs aren’t just day jobs.
They are the social hub of life.
The place to laugh and scream,
To bitch about bad bosses and bad pay.
Day jobs keep us bobbing along,
Keep us afloat when we can’t go further.
Day jobs keep us funded; funded for who we really are.
A means to an end.
Day jobs let you be a surfer, a writer, a dancer, a boxer, an artist.
Day jobs aren’t forever. But they help us be us.
Help us leave our mark on the world.
Help us be forever.