The unbearable moment when you open your eyes, sun rays blind the seeing.

When I rise it’s to start my day, going to sleep earlier just to be barely be able to stay awake.

I’m fond of the dead as they don’t wake up, instead they lay below, their soul losing all control and finally resting.

Never ending mornings with nights filled with barely any snoring, once a flower blossoms it can’t close back up.

Staring into the dark, waking up before the alarm, did you know you can’t turn off your brain, so if the cogs never stop moving does that mean I ever really laid, at peace with myself and the world in its silence.

It’s morning somewhere and that might as well be here, I can still hear the noise of the cars and the streets the world can’t sleep so why should we.

I look at the lights, focusing my eyes just to see the same world which slowly loses its shine.

To go to sleep means to rest but if everything in my body including my mind never sleeps till my expiration, my slumber hasn’t meets it’s due date.

I rise from nothing just some shut eye, the way it sounds is it’s meaning I closed my eyes for hours at a time nothing more.