Morning

It was 5 am and 

Blue slits of light fell into the room 

while i stared up at the moon. 

I took deep breaths and was overwhelmed by

happiness but i began to cry because i felt so

absolutely sad that i could die. 

At 5:30 i sipped bitter coffee and the wind pushed the

trees around and morning began to make her sounds. 

Raindrops clung to the window and the world slowly 

came to and in that moment i felt content knowing i 

was the only one that knew i was looking at the 

brightening sky. 

So i'll sip my coffee and smile and cry at the beauty

that exists when the hours nigh.