waiting for the morning to come around
hiding with stories spilling from worn pages
and music I listened to so often
the melody is in my mind before the song really started.
waiting for the morning to come around
thinking about people I wish would share
the air and space with me I exist in when it’s dark.
waiting for the morning to come around
dwelling on past lost chances and
delusional "what-if"s, losing my mind over everything.
waiting for the morning to come around
just trying to exist.
– 16 August 2026, 00:29 am