Off to sleep in the daylight...
I wrote this an e-mailed it to myself last night when ntohing was happening at work and I was bored... dunno where it came from... ha.
I feel clever:
for today I realized that:
one day of dread does not make me dead,
having faith in tomorrow, will eliminate today's sorrow.
So unfortunately; this day was filled with the cold blood of sadness, but luckily -- there is a however:
Soon the sun will sink deep, and it will disappear across the sky into the horizon while the moon slowly creeps, which makes darkness appear like the cloud's ride-in. I will then retreat, and flee under my covers to snore away all of my troubles with dreams that will linger sweet, and seem to hover until they burst like bubbles. Soon the alarm will reach 7 o'clock releasing a resounding beep, and wake me from my slumber to a fog that encumbers me asleep, and it will be hard to read the numbers through the morning light of summer. I will then awake to a blast of heat, and it will feel as though it sears my eyes shut while my heart pulses warm blood with every beat, like clock's turning gears or wheels through a rut.
So it seems; my tomorrow will be filled with the warm blood of happiness -- for each day is new endeavor.
Now I pray:
"Oh please may there forever be a however"
I feel clever:
for today I realized that:
one day of dread does not make me dead,
having faith in tomorrow, will eliminate today's sorrow.
So unfortunately; this day was filled with the cold blood of sadness, but luckily -- there is a however:
Soon the sun will sink deep, and it will disappear across the sky into the horizon while the moon slowly creeps, which makes darkness appear like the cloud's ride-in. I will then retreat, and flee under my covers to snore away all of my troubles with dreams that will linger sweet, and seem to hover until they burst like bubbles. Soon the alarm will reach 7 o'clock releasing a resounding beep, and wake me from my slumber to a fog that encumbers me asleep, and it will be hard to read the numbers through the morning light of summer. I will then awake to a blast of heat, and it will feel as though it sears my eyes shut while my heart pulses warm blood with every beat, like clock's turning gears or wheels through a rut.
So it seems; my tomorrow will be filled with the warm blood of happiness -- for each day is new endeavor.
Now I pray:
"Oh please may there forever be a however"