MORNING

I  am moving in slow motion maybe they will not notice my tired eyes. my mouth feels like a ball of cotton and my ears are hearing the beat of the tribal drum this is not a car wreck after all that I have seen this is a crack in the universe and they do not like the light shining through but as for me, I see it has the problem that needs to be solved and I have that foolish pride to do it.

The sun is starting to rise and the birds start to sing their working song and I am starting to feel safe with the feeling that I am not the only one awake I guess they really do love and care knowing that we are all beginning to pick up our speed as for patience we are trying to find the need