Good morning world! I haven’t been up early in the longest time, not on my own free will anyway. The reason I am up so early is because I had a nightmare last night that has kept me awake since four am. I am a little bitter toward said nightmare, and to be quite honest I think I have already forgotten why it was so scary. However one good thing came from me waking up early, I got to see the sunrise over my sleepy little town. I realized as I lay wide awake in bed, that I have not seen a sunrise in quite some time. Now, I realize some people may not enjoy sunrises like I do; it’s kind of my obsession, same as my obsession with birds, sparkly jewelry, and purple bed sheets. Anyway, the realization that the sun was rising perked me up and I looked eagerly out my window to catch a glimpse. It was beautiful. Fluffy clouds backlight by bright oranges and pale pinks, and a wonderful blue sky to frame it all. It was truly a beautiful moment. I did however catch myself thinking, why are you looking through the window? I have the ability to sit on my roof, but I never do, usually because I am too scared or are afraid people will see me and be like, “Call 911! She’s gonna jump!”, more so the latter over the former. So why do I gaze through the window instead of experiencing things first hand? I think it is really cause of societal norms, I’m afraid people will judge me for doing something different, cause let’s face it; you don’t see many people sitting on their roofs at 5:00 in the morning watching the sunrise. Also, because I am a little scared. Watching the sunrise from my comforting bed is safe, no risk involved, but I lose the firsthand experience of that sunrise. Sometimes I feel you need to take the chance and break your comfort barrier so you can actually live life. Risking things makes you appreciate them more, and you can begin to see the true beauty in life. Suffice to say I did end up sitting on my roof to watch the tail end of the sunrise, and it was, in all actuality, more beautiful that staring through a window.
Morningstar
I sit on the top of the world
And introduce my symphony
Of birds chirping
Wind rushing
The world is alive
The sky is on fire
My eyes gaze hungrily
At what they have craved
Good morning world
I am alive
Lyrical Love,
Cara
About Me
- Cara
- A thought fills my brain, which then gives birth to an idea, an idea so infectious it can only be settled by being chained down to a piece of paper with a pen. This idea sets my synapses firing, and sends convulsion to my hand, which then, by some miracle, begins to write.
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