Just. Eat a bowl of cereal.
Sit on the kitchen floor carefully so the milk doesn't spill, scoop the flakes into your mouth by the streetlights filtering in through the window.

Or climb out onto the roof.
Slip out your window, hip braced on the edge, and use your arms to pull yourself up, crossing your legs on the shingles and breathing in the stardust swirling around your head.

Create a masterpiece.
Dip a brush in some paint, use your hands to shape clay, choreograph a dance, script a play, write a poem, draw a spring day.

Make a blanket fort.
Tuck the blankets over the couch, pad the floor with cushions, and flick on the TV, so you can watch cartoons while wrapped in warmth like when you were a child.

Stargaze in the backyard.
Tiptoe out the back door, quilt tugged tight around your shoulders, spread it out over the dewy grass and stretch out, facing the clouds and counting the stars.

Learn Morse Code.
-.-. --- -. ...- . .-. ... .     .-- .. - ....     -.-- --- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-.     .. -.     - .... .     -.. .- .-. -.- --..--     -.- . . .--. .. -. --.     -.-- --- ..- .-.     ... . -.-. .-. . - ...     -... . - .-- . . -.     -.-- --- ..-     .- -. -..     - .... .     ... .. .-.. ...- . .-.     -- --- --- -. .-.-.-

Have a shower.
Run the water hot so it'll burn when it hits your back, shed your clothes and step into the steam, breathing in the vapors and imagining that you stand in the heart of a geyser.

Go back to sleep...?
No, this elusive peace is distinctly one with the night, and it would be foolish indeed to throw away such a gift merely to function during the bland sunlight hours.

h.f.m.

People say you dont expect when you truly love....
They are all liars, you see!
You certainly start to expect at one point
Maybe just a text
Maybe just a call
Maybe just a short coffee date
Maybe just a cute holding of hands
Maybe just a peck on your cheeks
Maybe just a quick tongue wrestling
Maybe just a sweet attention
Maybe just a tiny more time
Maybe just a little love??
Not much, just a little , you see!!

She
Closes her eyes at night
Thinking if it will ever get better
This life she was born into
She  
Always imagines  
What it would be like
If she was her
She  
Imagines what it would be like
If she lived in a different body
One that was not her own
She
Will grow up
Wishing she was different  
In a different body  
She  
Will not give up
Even though she will never be someone else
She will always be her
She

She tells me i deserve the happiness of a thousand suns
but i don't even believe I deserve the love of one

I've been in the dark for so long
the only light i have found is in pretty girls
who could shine enough light to grow flowers
in the darkest of places

I don't know if this will ever get through to her
but she has become one of them

A streetlight on the highway
A billboard in New York

She could light up my darkest of nights

But what happens when the power goes out?

Before my mum died, I never really took naps.

Couldn’t really understand it,
there was so much else you could do.

But then she died,
and it was just before midday
and I realised -
there’s so much day left.

It stretched on and on in front of me,
hours and hours of this same day,
still waiting.

So I went upstairs,
I told the people that needed to know,
and I went away for a while.

I woke back up in time for an evening meal
with an extended family filled with love
and a sister returned from work
and a phone beeped full of support.

And it’s been two years,
and the days stretch on
and still, almost every day now, I go away for a wee while.
Skip just a little bit,
every day.

I wonder if I should stop
Would my mum approve?
Probably not.

Maybe I’ll try tomorrow,
but still,
it’s late in the evening now.
Time to go to sleep,
Goodnight