9 am
I got up on my own.
Fresh start.
New day.
I lay in bed drifting into thoughts of a rather, artsy mind set.
I stay there.
10 am
I still lay there thinking to myself though no one would listen.
It truly is a beautiful thing.
11 am
I get up.
My thoughts drifting oh so close to me.
I go get my laptop I left down stairs the night before.
I am bursting to write down my thoughts from today and can't wait to share it with the world.
I am writing this now, despite it saying 12:04.
But there is one thing on my mind. Life doesn't wait.
YOU ARE READING
Something You're Better With Out
PoetryFor when my mind is sick and my thoughts are thrown up here.