When Sleep Comes

In the end, it can be hard to let go. 

Hard to fall asleep, knowing that tomorrow feels like worlds away in a dream-scale distance.

Knowing that today is nearing its close, that I don’t have time for more tasks, more, more… 

But in the end, I really just want to know:

Did I love well today?

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Each day has been feeling like a whole life; each night a small death. 

And so, I get to practice. Practicing the art of living and dying, again and again.

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When my life is over, I really just want to know:

Did I love well?