it's always half past somewhere

i fall

it's half past too late

the thick shades are drawn shut

the air lingers heavy in the dim ray of light still trying to trickle through

everything feels like too much and not enough

emotion too wild

wavering safety, collapsing stability

street lights flicker announcing the arriving darkness

the refrigerator hums too loud

the dissociative kind of loud

the "it's too late to stop this" kind of loud

the weight of the world lies heavy like lead-filled bones in overcrowded cemeteries

the slivered moon glistens, a glow in tunnel vision

~

it's been too long a night already

~

while stars fire-fly the night sky canvas

dreams of bigger worlds make slumber an infinite adventure

while drifting away on cloud-like comfort, floating peacefully beyond

eyes barely blink, innocently, simplicity

peeking at a new day

a freshness, a haziness that blurs into focus

there's a sweetness in the dew-drop

air filters through along with a growing ray of sunlight

before the weightless shades are flung wide open

it's half past too early

so i rise