Sunshine

I'm in a dream

In a dream I'm on a beach, lying there in the sand

It's soft, so fine and gentle on my skin

Every grain and every inch in unison, wrapping and covering

In a dream the breeze off the nearby waves

wafts, delicately displacing single strands of hair

and they fall across my forehead and in between my eyelashes

In a dream the perfection of the sun beating

on top of my skin, the sand, the hair, eyelids,

overtakes all other sensation and I am overcome with warm bliss

I'm waking

In waking, the sand comes together part by part,

each individual piece harmonizing into

thread counts and rumpled comforters that enclose and keep

In waking, the salt scent drifts into shallow breaths

the rhythm of lapping water on shores

is being born from lungs instead of depths and blue

In waking, the sun gracing me

remains consistently, there is no change in waking

the tingling and joy, the taste of happiness on my lips stays

I open my eyes.

I kiss you good morning.

Exercising the Muscle 1: what tyler joseph might have sounded like when at eleven y.o.

"what have I done" means

"who have I been"

instead of "what if"  you want

        "remember when"

regretting the chances that you didn't take 

promises, mistakes that you didn't make

it's useless 

to do this 

your mind becomes ruthless

you're rolling around in these circles just proving

to you and to everyone else what you're doing is 

staying

stagnant

not moving 

just waiting

start pacing

then turn that pacing to walking

and turn that thinking to talking

and turn that talking to doing

what are you waiting for let's get this moving

when you come back at the end of the day

your apathy, lethargy all thrown away

you've done something, oh, and you know it

you look in that mirror and you own it