morning light


sprawling myself across the floor

barely even awake


slow sinking lights

haze upon the floating specks

dust rising from the floor

warmth from the sky

in just a single opening


shaggy carpet

covering me like a blanket


wishing on some sort of energy

to do something with

the amount of things i could do

and yet it will never go

i fall away and go around and it

doesn;t matter


silver linings falling

muted rays along the ground



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