As morning unfolds days after, I found out that the current had washed away my doubts. I was clean. They said that there were more than the takings and expectations to be fulfilled but I think that’s just mediocre morning talks. The Sun made it different because you stare at the rising of unwavering light, so glorious, so filled with optimism that you expect the good until sundown claims your mistakes. Never not wrong. I met a morning person here in this crooked place and they’re the embodiment of your first coffee shot at 7 ungodly morning. It’s nauseating to fight the Sun these days. I hate it.
I have no business in second guessing my purposes coming into this small confinement. Stay a while and never lose the person I was before. For now, there is no purpose to drown into the comfort of belonging. I know damn well I never do and acting like it was not that way for the longest of time is an omen of shedding my old skin. Not a cicada, never one.
If I settle, the truth would get watered down. If I leave cracks to be filled by uncertainties, I would collapse, so I always anticipate for the sun peeking out the horizon so I won’t ask so many to myself. Try not to just survive. Live.
