morning brings me immense joy. i like the silence of it all. yes, let me sit in the heap of unquenched thoughts i’ve been driving by my whole life. i’m in a coping place. it is now that i sit here, somewhere between the tenses, staring at what may or may not be. i’m not tied to any fate. a vagabond of soul and sea. i run where i can become anew. a phoenix of sorts, where i set my world on fire, then reincarnate somewhere far away. at least in that story a certain beauty is retained. i read once that people get comfortable in the monotony and extinguish their only source of heat. the currency of life.