This the last journal page in my Zine. It is a little dark – it refers to those nights when you wake up at 1.34am with thoughts swirling round and round your head. They seem to go on and on and on – getting darker and darker. Its when you just wish an angel would come and offer to take you worries for the night and just let you stop and sleep again. Only it hard to find one of those angels in the dark. I think it works for the Documented Life Journal prompt of One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter – James Earl Jones.