The Sunrise Must Set
So, we might as well appreciate it.
The sunrise must set
I can already feel it coming
Contently I sit with myself, not ecstatic
Sullen, but not saturated
Someplace in between ‘can’t wait’
And ‘I never want this night to end’
I remember rushing the prep
Wanting it all to be perfect,
As if perfection would have made joy stay longer.
The happy endings that turned bitter
In the wake of the gathering,
I could only see the mess after everyone left.
The sunset will rise
As the moon chases the sun, or is it the other way around?
Sullen I sit with myself, detoxing from my dopamine cocktail.
The science of it, helps me stay nearer to reality
Someplace closer to gratitude than usual,
And I remember I have more to look forward to.
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Whitney Carman
"...even if what I have written does not make sense to anyone--at least--it has helped me a little...And anything that can be whittled down to fit words--is not all madness."
-Lara Jefferson These are My Sisters
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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Beautifully written. I love the wording sullen not saturated. I know that exact feeling. Keep writing.