the only thing you enjoy now is pastel sunrises at 5 am
but love, my time is up
there is fog on my window
I want to talk about how I see my sky
Before the sun is the night
the air is cool and the sky is full of my thoughts
It looks like the deep sea but with bats gliding across the cool air
the bats are the messengers and deliver thoughts to my mind, good or bad.
At precisely 5:27 am the colors in the sky begin to form
the colors resemble my good thoughts,
while the blue resembles my bad thoughts
i look at the pastel sky
my day is determined on how the sunrise looks
if it is colorful, the day is good.
if it is blue, the day is bad.
I cannot control this.
I watch the bats paint whatever they wish across the sky
from left to right of where the sunrise ends I look at where the colors appear to see when I will be happy
today will be mellow
midday is my most colorful time.
we will see what the bats paint in a few minutes.
the bats have painted a town in the sky
it is pink and glowing, i can see buildings.
I have just seen heaven, if it is real.
