I no longer mourn over the morning. It's bound to come. The sun will rise and
awaken, despite your pleas for the dawn not to show. The comfort of your bed and
sleep can seem to relieve your head of its entanglements of thoughts. I no longer
mourn for the morning though. For I know that thoughts will infiltrate your head.
So much so that you struggle to get out of bed. The morning is the new awakening.
It may come in a daze and feel like a faze, but it will return for an eternity.
At least that is what you believe. For that is all you've ever seen. It's better to
embrace the sun breaking into the sky. This is a new day where a sea of
oppurtunities lie. The morning is not about dreaming. The morning is about living.
I find living is better than dreaming. It's no longer about scheming.
I make things happen when I see that light evoking the memory of how day will
refuse to delay. Progress does not come from yesterday. I no longer mourn over
the morning. For this world will keep on turning. I find relief in that, now.
I long to hear the voices of my loved ones. I crave to alter this hurting world
in the morning. I no longer mourn over the morning. I cry out of pure excitment
for its destined arrival.