What's 2 on a Good Day?
Good morning
I say to myself
though I don't know if it can be
A day passes as it does whether good or bad
I hope for good mornings, as I crawl out of bed
but that means nothing
I have some good days
I have some bad days
Most days fade into memory as they happen
I pity those boring days, when mornings are good
I long for those boring days, when morning are bad
I try not think about how I'm always counting days
Days 'til what?
It gets dark out too early now
It stays light out too late now
It's finally dark
I'm home
I'm bored
I hate
I love
I'm
b o r e d
I type out what I want to say
I type out what I want to hear
Is it really bad to stay up 'til 2?
No.
Is it really bad to sleep in 'til 2?
Of course not.
Should I keep writing?
Always.
It's 3 o'clock.
Good morning.
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