A break

On a morning like this, I wish for lonely nights. I wish I didn’t bring out the worst in people.

This is the kind of morning I could hit snooze all the way till noon. Just not to face the trail of gray and pink I’ve left behind. Sometimes the colors fade, or blend, or completely separate.

I’m dancing on a ribbon of grey, unwinding going up, I want it to turn pink, or whatever color that doesn’t remind me.

Whatever fucking color. So much rides on this day, so little could come out if it.

I’ll just let it flow, let it wrap itself around some untouched light.

Blur the frown I’ve brought. All I wanted was a smile.