Morning

{{ This might seem completely random and off base, because, well, it is. It's experimental for my writing, sort of a cross between a poem and an actual story, and I wanted to see what other people would think of it. }}

The sweet bright autumn sunrise makes so lovely on your eyes, waiting to be conquered, hanging by a baby blue sky. Seeming like a temptress, baiting for her victim, and yet you still bite. Dark hair laundry, light brown face, still barely visible, invisible, invariably so, the ghoulies of the night are still with your eyes. Like a dead man waking from his grave you walk your silent, lonely state unto a path of revival and pissy-offedness at the alarm clock. You stare at your self, a muddied reflection through half closed eyes, now fully opened by a blast of clear water whisking by, hugging your face and your rigid upside down smile. And yes, you pick your nose - so unneeded as to make mine ears cry.

The silent mirror talks to itself, yourself, one self, as your teeth go for a roller coaster wishy washy ride. A gargle to the left, a gargle to right, take an accidental swig of that potion then swish! Aye, your smile be brightly, aye.

“Go fixed on a long vacation, my lovely friend fun. Why don’t you go to hell or to Azerbaijan - anywhere where you can get a dose of sun-burning sun, anywhere but my closet, where my other lovely friends messy and discontent lie low from the sun. Why, I shall take this journey alone, don’t you know?”

Pick the shirt that covers your belly, jelly, I smelly those french fries that will get into your belly at noon, yes sir. Get your pants laid back - just be mindful to be mindful of others and their seemingly half turned back.

Look at the time go, be best on your way! Away, far off and away you shall go, do be fast and not really, really slow. Whip your belt around your waist - go get your socks on without a waste! Put a comb through your hair, right quickly, with a wide, wide stare. Off to, you shall go, wherever life wants you to go, just remember one thing, one thing more: if you pass by an apple pie shop, do get one extra more.