Sleepy Morning

The trees look like men
Sleepy and only half-shaved
Waking so slowly

Sitting down, eyes close
She hasn't woken up yet
Moving by habit

Snowflakes gently fall
Lightly and quickly melting
As if the sky wakes

PAD Day 4

Those Days

You know those days where everything feels just a bit...off? Like something's changed, something's different, something's missing. Like suddenly you have to learn to live again, like you haven't been doing it every day of your life so far. Like if someone came to your house and moved everything an inch to the left.

It's the kind of day where either you can write really sad stories, or really trippy ones. Where either you're totally depressed, totally elated, or completely and entirely apathetic. Or just tired. Worn out. It's the kind of day where reason says "I'm taking a break" and you want to be stupid. You want to laugh, cry, hug, sleep, be alone, be with people, everything all at once. You don't know what you want, but you want it now. It's the kind of day where your eyes simply can't focus on one thing, and you don't know what kind of music to listen to.

I've been having quite a few of those lately. It's a sort of disconnect from the world. Likely to end badly. Also really shouldn't drive while feeling this way, because it's harder to pay attention. It's probably just me, thinking too hard again. Doing too much and not taking care of myself like I need to. Not sleeping enough, resting, studying, reading enough. 

The moral of the story is, don't forget to take care of yourself. It's a good thing I didn't have to take my midterm today, because it's hard to focus. But I have to study today. We'll see what happens. 

Take care of yourself, what few of you out there read this. Get enough sleep. Read a book with a friend. Watch that movie you've been meaning to. Give good hugs. Do your homework on time. Be better than me. Won't be hard, since I've been pretty awful at this in the past week. 

Just take care of yourself, okay?

Okay.

Tuesday

I love the early morning mountains
Swathed in heaven's foam
The silver sky gleaming overheard
And all is quiet
There is peace

I love those white mists
Creeping down the mountainside
It's a rainy Utah morning here
And all is quiet
I am at peace

I don't quite love waking up
Before the sun has blinked its eye
But I love to watch it come to life
And all is quiet
The sunrise is at peace

I don't quite love the walking
Up stairs, up hills, to class
I'm out of breath and early
And all is quiet
The classroom is at peace

Tuesday mornings are usually good
Especially in the rain
With the clouds so close you could breathe them in
And all is quiet
The morning is at peace