Brain Chatter.

Morning bell rings,

And the sun shines through the window,

Washing the room in it’s orange light,

It’s still too cold open up the window,

The seagulls and pigeons are singing,

Soaring in the pink sky,

The ocean in the distant,

Sparkles ever so bright,

You can still see the moon,

Peaking at those of us whom,

Are either waking up,

Or who sleep schedules are fucked up,

The morning sun in the sky,

Makes my heart ache,

It makes me feel like something is missing,

It’s a feeling that is truly hard to shake,

I couldn’t sleep last night,

No matter how hard I tried,

So I wasted the night away,

Thinking of ways to hop on a flight,

Heading straight for Japan,

Or France,

But soon Apollo shuned his light into my eyes,

Ruining my plans,

I feel like I’m rambling on,

My brain is always chattering,

But it’s the reason why I love sun rises,

It silence the chattering, even for just a tiny bit.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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