Every morning I rise
6 am, almost like my body
Was in tune with the sun
No words said, just blinks and slow Movements
As I log the smell of my breath
In and out of memory
Soggy blunts, cheerios, and cigarette Smoke
Ironically these things seem
Fresh
To me
I Adjust to the beams
Light brakes
shadows casted by the blinds
A shattered portrait of my face
Reflects off my palmed screen
Followed by a bird in flight
This is the first time
I'm reminded of you.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Every morning I rise
6 am, almost like my body
Was in tune with the sun
No words said, just blinks and slow Movements
As I log the smell of my breath
In and out of memory
Soggy blunts, cheerios, and cigarette Smoke
Ironically these things seem
Fresh
To me
I Adjust to the beams
Light brakes
shadows casted by the blinds
A shattered portrait of my face
Reflects off my palmed screen
Followed by a bird in flight
This is the first time
I'm reminded of you.
There's this girl, that I don't know, yet I feel I relate to so much haha but she's beautiful, funny, she doesn't give a **** she is unreal, only existing on the internet. =[
