A freshly blown breeze
creeping amidst the shivers.
My hands are burning.

Why do you look sad?
Staring with quiet eyes and
expressionless face.

Glimpses of lustre
exposed from a clouded robe.
Held by morning glow.

Splashes of gold stirred
into a midnight cocktail.
Bleary eyes shrouded.

Rooftops give stage to
an elemental concert.
Interlude awaits.

I’m sleeping in
just call me out
it’s the simplest kind of comfort
I do it for me
there’s a softness and care
my, that got so wholesome

I know, I should embrace hardship
adversity builds resilience
it’s darkness that reveals the stars
that last one sounds too good to be original
but I’m not researching it
haven’t you been reading?

I’m sleeping in fugaciously
and metaphorically.
If you’re in the water
it’s good to swim
otherwise
you could be writing.
.
.
Songs for this:
Sleeping In by The Radio Dept.
Save the Phenomenon by Fievel Is Glauque

My alarm clock breaks
The numbers freeze forever
Time stops for us both.