If only life were as simple as sleeping, the entirety of it.

The real joke happens at 6am. The morning starts. Sands shift the sun to a bright, new poisonous day. The sky is a repeated mold of it’s previous version. The sun, bleeding from within the clouds, blinds my eyes so terribly, when I have to literally wake up, that my skin practically feels like falling off.

Morning is quite actually the cold, hard truth of reality. Oh sure people find it lovely, but it’s not. It’s simply another harsh reminder that I have to grow up and face the world. My entire childhood was nothing but mornings filled with mock vomitting and pathetic, non-sick coughs to try and dissuade my mother from taking me to school. What did I want to do instead of going to school? Sleep. Simple sleeping was, and is, my only life remedy. I love it so thoroughly and thoughtfully. It is my best friend in times of need. My enemy when I can’t get enough of it. I want to slice it thinly and eat it on a bagel, like lox.

Ah, yes… good ol’ daybreak. Classic forenoon! Morning, my sweet bitter temptress. Earth is not worh my burning, sleepy eyes, methinks. The universe dosen’t beat having vast, surrealistic dreamstates take ahold of my frontal lobes. Nothing does!

So I leave with that, here is a Devo video. It explains my position on things pretty understandably.