Morning

Morning

There was only a little darkness left, as the morning slowly started to raise her tired eyes, and there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to join her, as she brings me a comfort that I’ve never experienced before, nor realized I desired so badly.

It was somewhere between these thoughts that he recognized this longing to share. Share all that he had, all that he was, and embrace morning for all her inspiration and glory.

He was in deep and he knew it, and what’s more, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could count on one hand the amount of times he was truly happy, and it seems that all those silly fingers on that hand belonged to her.

It was growing actually cold outside, well for California anyway. He felt the need to put socks on and felt a bit more than ridiculous when thinking about the weather conditions of the rest of the country.

In his head he could hear heralding angels, and he wanted nothing more than to be officially united with the “one” that he indeed loved. There was so much that he wanted to share and experience with her, he had indeed wholeheartedly given her the key to his heart. There was nothing more that he wanted than for her to use it and come to him through the dusty door.

You are something special, something sacred, I wish that I could be More, for you. He hated moments of silence, and he knew why too. In these moments he was left alone with his thoughts and for some reason insecurities he never felt otherwise. The silence fed upon him and his vulnerability like white wolves in a black forest, going straight for his jugular vein. He was basically totally defenseless from himself!

Where was the morning?
Where was the warmth?
Did he drive her away with his withering mind, that had become so susceptible to creating negative reactions? Will she rise and bring the noon? Warm his heart and comfort his soul? Was all of this too much pressure to pass on? Was This sharing of himself too much?

It’s too late to go to bed, it’s early to be awake so he found himself, alone with these haunted thoughts, pacing back and forth, back and forth through purgatory itself.

All he wanted, right here, right now, was to truly feel safe and be comforted by morning’s soft embrace.

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