I met a boy on the bus today who knew me with a glance. We'd never met before, but he looked at me and smiled, and when our eyes met, I was bare. I know he knew it too. I didn't ask and he didn't tell. I never caught his name.
I had a friend knock on my door earlier to see if I was here. I answered. He saw through my facade and uncovered my exhaustion. They're begging me to sleep.
My joints are cracking more than usual. I lean into the stretch. G major, but begging to resolve. I see tonic on the horizon, but the sun has already set.
Tomorrow.
There's a world of possibility and I'm aching to discover it. My shoulder grinds in its socket. My toes tangle with carpet. Tea tonight was chamomile. Cup number three is cooling.
Tomorrow.
Why do we live to wait for sunrise? Why do we crave the break of day?
Tomorrow.
The development is just as beautiful. Dark does not suddenly turn light, and I love the moments of gray.
Tomorrow.
I know C major is dawning. I'll sit and watch it unfold.
