two consecutive mornings did my eyes get to witness the skies as the moon and sun switched spots, and the light began to rise

i haven't consumed one drip or drop or ounce of sleep
but somehow, i feel more aware than i do, ordinarily
i'm sure there is a misplaced trust from myself to me
but i have to take every opportunity and every second to live
and to feel

i have been sitting outside since three in the morning, and every second has been beautiful
i can't think of a better place in this world for me
than out in the open air and oxygen
or living way up high, inside a tree

i have suffocated indoors for way too long
my lungs can't handle this stale air

the leaves, this time of year, remind me of fire
which reminds me of oxygen
and that reminds me of trees

funny how everything links back together, that way