She kept me up tonight.
It was worth it.
My eyes are as ringed as a raccoon's. My problems look no smaller, and my shoulders ache from having been in one position way too long, but somehow, I am calm and feel capable of handling my challenges. I don't think they'll be easy, but I think they can be done. That's a change.
The painting is The Moon by Alphonse Mucha.
insomnia,art, Alphonse Mucha