It’s 8am, and I find myself lying in bed wondering why there are people outside at this hour talking chippery and laughing at a swell new day. It’s 8am and I just cannot understand why my living room is lit up in the middle of the night! It’s 8am, and I slowly, but suddenly realize it’s 8am … It’s 8-a-m. Sigh.
Yesterday’s gone, and it’s never coming back,and somehow I feel like it’s too late now. That it’s too late to figure out the things I shoulda figured out yesterday. But of course it’s not too late. It’s never too late until you’re dead. I should get up, stand up, go on. But I need some sleep before I take on this new day that has already begun.
Wow. How many days have gone by where I’ve been too tired, hopeless and sick to even notice them pass me by? For how long do I have to miss out on my life?!
This is when I should get up, get out of bed, drink some morning tea and seize the fucking day! But no, not me (not us), we’re gonna try to get some sleep, a few hours, before I crash out of bed, and shock start my day by barely finding something clean to wear, and I’ll go on to not seizing the day, but seizing the wrong mask as I run out the door, ready for yet another reason why I should be gone already.
Why can’t we just skip some days and see what happens? Just not exist for a little while. Stop thinking, if only just for a minute.