Monday, October 7, 2013

Staring at the first rays of sun on the ceiling



I sometimes wake up
If the sun is shining in my face just right
I am brought to another time
And in my mind I see myself
Young
Energetic
Full of potential
My entire life lying before me

And then I try to get out of bed
My knees buckle from the pain
I slump back onto the bed

Those first few moments of the morning are the most blissfully ignorant

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