Tonight the distance sizzle of power lines are waiting to be awoken. I think of this morning, the silhouette of palm tress I named as friends. The hot shower, the strong coffee. It took a Monday to name my worth and a Sunday to let it go. My forgotten breakfast reads like a headline, Albert Einstein’s definition of insanity. Try. Hurt. Repeat. Sleep. Wake Up. Hurt. Repeat. When will I wake up?