i was up early today.
early enough to see the sun blink awake a cotton candy sky that spread above me, reaching out to the moon, which was sinking into the ocean’s depths.
i came out when the last of the stars were up, shining despite the brilliance of the newborn sun.
edit: i wish i knew then that why i could never finish a poem was the same reason i couldn’t get out of bed on the weekends.