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.