papat

early is just not my gig


i can appreciate the quiet and sanctity of the twilight (oh, fuck those books and movies for ruining the word)

even watering my garden, donning a hoodie to stave the dewy chill in the early light, is a beautiful way to start a day


but fuck, it's early ...and where is my mind?

i wanna go back to bed


my brother siddhartha is smiling in the corner
laughing to himself over my perpetual folly

i love the sun
but bring on the night

i'm late