Future

Old feelings do haunt loitering hearts. Options after options, they extend forward and play out in the dark behind closed chilly lids reminding my very exhausted mind that it's still me playing against my conscience after all. And then Dalai Lama's words, they bring me to sleep.
"And then he is so anxious about the future he does not enjoy the present; result being that he does not live in the present nor the future."
Somewhere along the line.

When it's morning the comfort is well gone because as wise as it is, it contradicts responsibilities. But at least there is no more dark to battle.