this morning #36.

this morning, every ounce of strength was off limits…so he sat there with his tank half full. he sat & he thought for a sec. what the fuck was he supposed to do? get comfortable? get down? get free? figure out what he really wants to be? he’d wipe the sleep from his face to start. slide on a pair of shorts. continue with a cool glass of water & a soft, hot shower spray. get the blood flowing, the air was thin. his hair was thinner. slim chance of him getting it though his thick head that, if he didn’t figure out his entire damn life in the next fifteen minutes., life would still go on.