Mornings

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F9304F0B-A482-42DD-82AC-33859015A937.jpegAs I lay I begin to feel the comfort take over. As the sheets hug me tight. I feel loved. I close my eyes and I begin to breathe slowly. The dark calms me. I take a few deep breaths and I open my eyes. The light shines through and the birds start to chirp and just like that it’s over.

Im forced to become one with reality. Noise every which way. My alarm screams. My emotions do to. Everything in between plays as I try to quickly tune out the negatives.

I sigh. I take a deep breath and I repeat but it doesn’t stop the fire from racing up my chest. It gets brighter and my eyes gets weaker. I amended. I amended.

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