Cold Sunny Mornings
These cold sunny mornings leave me with a fuzzy feeling.
I hate waking up.
I love the comfort of sleeping all balled up in my cozy blanket.
Letting myself be at ease.
Yet each morning, I wake up and make a run.
The kind I hate.
The kind that leaves me breathless.
To a place that brings me discomfort.
To people who know me but don't understand me.
To the ocean of unfamiliarity.
From a Dream forest of comforting fantasies.
All and all just to be good enough for you.
All and all to be alive for you.
All and all to love the daylight.
Maybe that fuzzy feeling is love.
The warmth of sunshine in the cold mornings.
I'll miss these cold sunny mornings.
I feel this every single fucking day
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