Mornings are far lonelier than nights
For although I awake before dawn I speak no words except maybe a half hearted hello to a passerby
And I smile not unless someone puts themselves out there to greet me first
To put yourself out there in the rising sun is to expect the best of everyone
Because I am not a morning person
But how could they possibly know?
Mid afternoon you emerge from slumber
Sending me drowsy greetings without the knowledge of my current state
But how could you possibly know?
The start and stop of the buss pulls on my heartstrings like a harp
Giving me the false notion I'm closer to a destination where I can finally rest my head again
It's as if the driver has chosen to prolong this journey to its highest extent
An attempt to get me to realize how precious this life I've been given is
But if anything it makes me worse
And blank faces surrounding me only remind me more of my insignificance
But how could he know?
I love the way the cold light hits my right cheek
Always causing me to squint it away as if I don't want it
But I do want it
Morning light has always been my treasure
A feeling of clarity I wish I could bottle and bathe myself in when the night comes
As it always does
With dark cornered thoughts
As it always does
With a star sprinkled grin and swollen milk moon eyes
And everyone who says their heart is stone is lying
And everyone who says they're happy to be breathing is telling that same old tall tale our parents have said to us since we could understand what it meant to be lonely
Because in reality we're somewhere in between
Constantly fumbling for that light switch in our mind to turn our thoughts off
But I'd be lying if I told you that these are truths I myself hold to the highest importance
And even though it all will pass like the minutes I wait for an excuse to laugh
How could I know?
How could I know?