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I think I fell in love with early mornings during my last semester of college
started to set back the alarm hour by hour
slowly
started to feel the pull of dawn in my ribcage
where my lungs are
whenever I was down bad
it had never been the case
I was prone to going to bed earlier
staying up under the covers for longer
getting out later
never wanted the quiet hours to end
never wanted the next day to begin
but now it's bad
maybe the worst it's ever been
and I am up at 7
snappy with my checkpoints
fixed
like clockwork
maybe that's why I'm so in love with the lows
they push me to my limits
the early mornings
they buzz with hope
they hand me my life on a silver platter
they say
take it
live it
make the most of it
the noons are never as kind
I am not in with the noons
they are rough and hasty and all tough love like
they make me miserable
the noons
call me names
they never forgive me
but the bottom line
I guess
is that this life is worth getting up for
I am beaten up more often than not
and my heart bleeds most of the time
and I am terrified of living it
but I show up because I have built something here
it is a little life
but it is mine