first you think that you can float, then you sank just like a stone.

most of our mornings are typical

heavy eyelids,

lazy mumble

notification bar

 

but some of it are just blue

gloomy and suffocating

 

it’s the morning

after the day our heart got a crack

it’s the morning after

hours crying

it’s the morning

after something gone

 

time seems like to stop

at realization

that life still goes on

no matter how much

we wish we could take a break

 

some mornings,

it took us longer

to just swipe the tip of the lipstick

to wear that baggy black shirt,

to realize how swollen,

how broken,

how fragile,

a human can be

 

if only a good morning

can help someone from feeling drowning

I wonder,

how many times that we got

before we realize

there’s a thin line between

high excitement and not feeling anything

at all.