you know, I’ve never been a morning person.
the idea of light streaming through curtains after so much black is daunting.
daylight has always been abrasive, at best.
most days I lay motionless while my eyes adjust.
In those little bits of time, I flood myself with motivation.
normally, I answer a serious of self inflicted questions.
“What do I live for?
What is my purpose?
Why even bother with rising another day?”
it’s the curiosity of those miserable moments that led me to the truths of my existence.
I realized my personal truth ended up being something altogether selfish and altruistic..
I live for love.
The love of myself, the love of life, the love of people and the world; the whole of it.
these days when my eyes have finally adjusted and my brain can process sight..
I look over to my left and nudge your side.
I smile because when you’re here,
all it takes is your exasperated sigh
and I am ready.