my life.

5:02am. i wake up to something lying next to me as warm as brazilian sand and as solid and stable as anything i'd ever known. a slight tilt of the head reveals glorious sound coming in from the outside that i've never really noticed until now, sounds that paint a picture of the outside morning sun, though blinds remain closed forcing all able visual behind a matted mess of vinyl cuts. reds, blues, oranges, pinks, purples swirl majestically across some canvas unbeknownst to man, a convoluted cacophony of colors and emotions of everyone alive and awake at this 5:02am. another slight tilt of the head reveals back to me the slight snore that i fell asleep to the night before, and as i lay my head down to its very source, trying desperately to hear from where within these sounds resonated, i realized that all was well and all that has ever mattered was what was that had remained.v