as hozier said "don't you just want to wake up, dark as a lake? smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze."
i do indeed, waking up no later than three;
and i take a shot of my coffee straight and neat,
we don't do this any other way and i'm hazy.
my skin is soft as the rain and my smile as bright as day,
so they say but in the middle of the haze, i couldn't look any other way.
i love when no one else is awake, it's like the world's sign...
i'm allowed to break.
oh, how i love the morning with the rain and my coffee's oh so neat
this world's too good for me,
about time it be.
everyone else dead but i'm wide away and throwing back bitter liquid, someday liquor,
and it hits the right spot in my brain.
the world is a different place in the morning,
and we all might as well be mourning.
i'll go wander free with no thoughts in my brain to hinder me,
imagine a sixteen year old taking her coffee black and neat,
wandering the misty forests at four o'clock in the morning;
the rest of the world deep asleep.
i can talk to the trees and spin in circles across the damp concrete,
my feet bare and my mind completely clear
and,
i go to sit on the swings and watch the world rise to life, my gaze adoring.
making early morning memories might be something else for someone else like smoking weed but for me,
it's adoring the world rising and drinking bitter coffee.
for me it's...
escaping.
and eventually,
the sun starts rising and my friends start coming,
but i miss my silence and the night changes to day far too quickly.
we sit at the lake silently, watching the moon reflect against the waters as it's pushed away by the morning sun which warms my heart with its rays
i don't have friends here,
but the sky, it's all mine, all mine,
and it feels right as it the sun keeps rising,
the clouds turn pink.
the coffee stings my throat,
and i sit and watch the world change,
before my eyes.
we go inside too soon,
i'd rather be wandering.
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||wandering|| ~ angel
ps: (this is in no way meant to be a copy of the hozier song "too sweet" or a copy of noah kahan's "stick season" i just drew inspiration from both of them.)
