When it Hits (in the morning)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

i can't be the only one that feels this way, there's a certain amount of peace you feel in the early morning and as time goes by and the world wakes up.. it dissolves into the loud.

when it hits 
(in the morning)
this morning i woke up and buried my feet in the ground
my head in the clouds
had a joint hitting loud
my heart was feeling
eyes were tearing 
but i convinced myself it was just the wind 
it was peaceful for a moment 
around 7am
i hit an early morning
very unlikely, everything perfect
and i needed to find me
a time capsule where i had no worries 
about any other body or somebody; nobody
for a moment 
it felt like i found me
then i heard the world roar out 
loudly coming alive
those birds and their singing sunk into this deafening cries of confusion
a crowd of illusion
and I thought... 
here comes another day 
of pretending that life's okay, 
not asking questions is not my thing
but being a burden, being that one person that's always thinking
and suffocating the anxiety is happening
another day of me 
i get to be nobody else
i don't know if i should be sad or happy about this
i think i need to find my self
another world 

Submitted: December 07, 2020

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