the bliss of sleep. it has been days now that i have watched the sky turn from dark to opaque white. and waking up to find that the day is almost over. watching again the sun walking away from the sky, like a bus leaving, a boat sailing away, a plane taking off to somewhere, going home or leaving. and standing left behind, watching with a bit of comfort, perhaps with some wistfulness, and some tiny regret, the plane’s taillight disappear into the sky, the sea erasing all traces of a boat sailing away. until there is only the smell of fumes lingering as the bus turns into the corner.
starting.attempting. waking. the end of another day it is traced by little activities of being here. conversations had, repeated a hundred times. and a thought nags, nothing was done today. and the sun sinks one more time…
tomorrow. tomorrow. it will be done. to try. waking. and be under the sun.
music: piece by piece. katie melua