Sunlight melts through my window,
golden ribbons reaching out to the floor.
I sit up, shifting my covers.
I close my eyes for a moment,
and then look down at lines that paint my hands.
I clench my fists, and take a deep breath.
There is a crooked pain in my back, and a small knot in my neck.
I stretch, and then continue to yawn,
before I look out my window again, and stare.
How many miles away are you?
Are you waking up now too?
Do you still love me, this new day?
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Sunlight melts through my window,
golden ribbons reaching out to the floor.
I sit up, shifting my covers.
I close my eyes for a moment,
and then look down at lines that paint my hands.
I clench my fists, and take a deep breath.
There is a crooked pain in my back, and a small knot in my neck.
I stretch, and then continue to yawn,
before I look out my window again, and stare.
How many miles away are you?
Are you waking up now too?
Do you still love me, this new day?
