I miss summer.
What is it that clamors for my attention?
I cannot seem to figure it out.
What am I meant to be considering?
Will it persist in seeking me out?
Or will I suddenly realize it’s purpose?
Will its purpose suddenly realize me?
Everything that has ever happened has led to this moment.
Has led to me
Has led to all of us
In it together whether we like it or not
and sometimes that is startling.
An urge to defend
An attempt to understand
Caught in the middle
Lost in space
Out of all control
Mysterious and paradoxical
Where will I be when it ends for me?
And look, the sacred morning is upon us!
I like this quote: “Do not shorten the morning by getting up late; look upon it as a quintessence of life, and to a certain extent sacred.” –Arthur Schopenhauer