It's late

Yeah. It's late. I'm done for the night. Still, nothing has changed, head's still in the same place. Same thoughts. Wonder if she's up still, probably not. Sometimes I wonder if things will change. I mean of course they will, they will not stay as is, that's impossible. But how will they change. Will they get better, or worse, or both. Wish I knew the answers. It's time to go home and see what tomorrow brings. It's late.