Morning quiet, soft as a whisper, silently, as it breaks from the dark. Lighter and brighter, slowly the dawning, shadows receding creep on the ground. Sunlight enlightens the soft subtle colors as darkness relinquishes it's hold and night slips away.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.