The day is young, and the forgotten warmth of the sun
coated my face.
Back in my sanctuary I had long forgotten,
I awaited the day.
Awaited life to come in at full force knocking at my door,
packed and ready for endless adventures.
As the sun made its routine trip through the endless clouds,
I waited.
It was only when an old friend returned high above me did i realize the despondency that crept into the air when my thoughts were clouded with delusions.
With my predictions affirmed, I allowed myself to be swallowed by the welcoming haze that awaited me.