24.11.08

The morning sun tells a story,
rays of light so bright,
trying to make its way through the semi opaque curtains,
not a jolt nor a ring of sensation
could tell my soul, "it's a brand new day"

The morning sun tells another story,
it's time to start anew
trying to burn my spirit to jump off slumber
deep within my weak body
my soul wondered, "what happened yesterday?"

The morning sun tells yet another story,
it's time to remain in slumber
pondering what God's game plan
with a little jounce of vim
I covered my cold self, "it's time for rest"

*..headache..fever..sketches..dissertation..food..blogging..model..tired..sleepy..*