Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Early Mornings

The sun rises
But I beat it
Eyes wide in the dark
Try to adjust
Fine tune
My vision
The cold hits me
As if Im in debt to it
Deep breath
The air fills my lungs
It taste like
No worries
And feels like
The coldest blanket
On hottest night
I smile
Because I hate the cold
But I love to snuggle
Hat and gloves
Im suited and booted
Get in my car
Listen to my music
It fills my soul
With memories
And premonitions
The melody encourages me
To say all the things I will never say
Songs finshed
Thoughts are diminished
Time to start my day





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