I suppose there is a reason to all this madness, this waking up at 6:30 AM. I remember seeing pretty things last year so early in the morning, and it made me happy to be awake.

Feeling it all through me, sun parched black and orange from a tired night's blanket. I only bled 2,000 colors for you this morning, taking in your last breath as the sun made its way high into the sky. I feel you in me, all the little everythings that I cannot explain.