In the silence, time passes by with every beat of the clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
I can hear the rain dripping outside of my window, and the night sounds are almost - melodic.
I am spent. Exhausted. With a feeling that I have next to nothing left to give.
For a man that works from his heart, it is a tough place to be.
Not the worst, mind you, but not a very fun place either.
Drained, sapped.
Love is the salve, the marrow of my bones that gives me the strength.
Just enough to place one foot in front of the other, to get through another hard day.
Even though I know another waits tomorrow.
I have searched and have yet to find an answer.
For now, all I can do is wait, patiently, focusing on the task at hand.
Grateful for what I have, but striving for more. I wait . . .
Until my salvation arrives.
