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hello sun, good morning to you.
somehow the smell of cigarettes and the taste of mountain dew in the bleak hours of the morning makes everything seem so surreal. over and over things go, across and back again. run circles around the inside of my head.
we have a problem, its logic friend. everything must add up, or be accounted for. sometimes i cannot rest when things are left undone, or finished arye.
so for the first 4-5 hours i think really really hard, and try my best to figure it all out. but eventually i give up, and just sit and stare out the window at the sun. it rises alot faster than it sets thats for sure. still the days themselves start rather slow, its almost like the dusk period is just a strech and early morning yawn in the course of the day.
its short lived, but quite pleasant. it reminds me of an old photo or an unfinished chess game. its amazing how slow time goes and how well mornings vanquish the exsistentialism in me, its fascinating. sometimes i stay up all night just so i can sit back, and feel the cool morning air doze off on my shoulder.
like that lonely italian guy, whos been baking bread all fuckin morning, and he steps out to sweep the walk and flip the sign over. the seafood delivery driver has just pulled up and is streching his legs, he has been up since 1 but hasnt really been awake until now. theres the joggers and runners and bikers out jogging running and biking about. suddenly your alone just thinking, standing there looking up at the sky and you exhale and the moment is over, but the feeling lasts well into the morning.
your problems are still there, but there also still asleep. everything can wait for that extra hour, or couple hours, you spend half asleep and half awake in the morning.
its a calm water, a fall tree, a tire swing, an old couch, your childhood blanky, hot chocolate, crashing waves, and love. all lost amongs your falling eyelids.
somehow the smell of cigarettes and the taste of mountain dew in the bleak hours of the morning makes everything seem so surreal. over and over things go, across and back again. run circles around the inside of my head.
we have a problem, its logic friend. everything must add up, or be accounted for. sometimes i cannot rest when things are left undone, or finished arye.
so for the first 4-5 hours i think really really hard, and try my best to figure it all out. but eventually i give up, and just sit and stare out the window at the sun. it rises alot faster than it sets thats for sure. still the days themselves start rather slow, its almost like the dusk period is just a strech and early morning yawn in the course of the day.
its short lived, but quite pleasant. it reminds me of an old photo or an unfinished chess game. its amazing how slow time goes and how well mornings vanquish the exsistentialism in me, its fascinating. sometimes i stay up all night just so i can sit back, and feel the cool morning air doze off on my shoulder.
like that lonely italian guy, whos been baking bread all fuckin morning, and he steps out to sweep the walk and flip the sign over. the seafood delivery driver has just pulled up and is streching his legs, he has been up since 1 but hasnt really been awake until now. theres the joggers and runners and bikers out jogging running and biking about. suddenly your alone just thinking, standing there looking up at the sky and you exhale and the moment is over, but the feeling lasts well into the morning.
your problems are still there, but there also still asleep. everything can wait for that extra hour, or couple hours, you spend half asleep and half awake in the morning.
its a calm water, a fall tree, a tire swing, an old couch, your childhood blanky, hot chocolate, crashing waves, and love. all lost amongs your falling eyelids.