i slumped
when i saw the satisfaction you took in skipping ahead of the sunrise
a surprise
it was ours
the glow
coming up, casting shadows with caution while carefully creating cascading columns, shafts of light to shelter the catatonic owls who squint themselves to sleep
you didn’t want to be there
alone and unaware of the depth my breath would have to travel in an effort to calm my loss
the losing of someone who celebrated our awakening
you see,
i need you
and it’s a lie they feed you that we’re suppose to find this thing by ourselves
that somehow strength is found in stretching our arms and eyes without you to spy so i can surpass the butterflies that crawl and flutter through bellyaching nights to an understanding of this thing
this life
this temptation to answer the question we’re born with
the exercise of pushing limits in search of hoping, accidentally, without hurting
we can find the truth
come back
my morning stream 
wow. this has great rhythm and it’s a great piece. sad but beautiful in a way
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Thank you for reading – and – sharing your thoughts. Beauty seems to be wrapped in all things – your comment perfectly captures most of the art i enjoy, recognizing the glare of
attraction from gloom. Maybe not gloom, that’s a word i’m not all that fond of, now i’m going to get lost in language. Thanks for commenting.
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i think youre right. thanks for writing this
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