I am not a morning person.
I am not a man built for the sunrise,
unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge
on the culmination of a long summer's eve.
This is not something that
One
Should
Necessarily
Lament
When considering the fact that
Mostpoliticaladvancementisdoneintheweehours.
The hours of night beckon unceasingly.
Time well spent in the company of Erebos.
In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen,
A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction.
Yet I find myself yearning for the age
That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I am not a morning person.
I am not a man built for the sunrise,
unless said sunrise is rising sullenly over the ridge
on the culmination of a long summer's eve.
This is not something that
One
Should
Necessarily
Lament
When considering the fact that
Mostpoliticaladvancementisdoneintheweehours.
The hours of night beckon unceasingly.
Time well spent in the company of Erebos.
In a world where neon seems to burn with the brilliance of hydrogen,
A confundation of chemistry comparable to my every interaction.
Yet I find myself yearning for the age
That I fall asleep on the same day in which I woke.