nights are calm
gentle and soothing

mornings are
alarms and deadlines
sweat and swearing
even though the sun is still hidden

nights are short
fast yet dreamy

mornings are groans
mumbling and tumbling
down the stairs of humanity

nights are personal
unique to everyone

mornings are messy
too many aspirations
too many distractions

nights are
when i’m one with the city
even when i’m lying on bed

mornings are
our random meetings
in metro,taxis and night bars and streets

you?
you’re the sun
burning me bright

me?
you tell me

….

but
am
i
even
visible?

 

 

~art not mine~

 

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