Morning Glory

I love the morning.
I love to wake up in the wee hours of dawn,
When the house is quiet,
     Peaceful,
         Serene.
When I can quietly listen to the enchanting voices of the artists whom I love,
When I can contemplate important questions and the meaning of life,
When I can sip my coffee at my kitchen table and eat my strawberries, by myself,
When I can get the alone time I so desperately need,

Morning is a constant, I am a variable, and depending on the change of x, I can either be feeling absolutely fabulous or utterly awful.

Today I'm feeling wonderful.

Because we all need a little self-reflecting,
And we all need a little perspective.

That perspective is the only thing that can save me.
(not to be melodramatic, but it's trooooooooo)


~j.j.b.~

For the record.

   I really love this so far. I love being able to vent to someone or something using the most wonderful tools in the world; words. I know I might write about words being evil, or about words being demons, but I honestly love that about them. Words can be the most powerful thing in the world. They explain everything...whether or not you have found the right words to explain something is completely different, of course. Anyways, I just know that these words are seamed together in a very careful manner as to get my thoughts across to whoever reads this. (I know there's somebody because I can see page view numbers) I want for you, reader, to know that I'm not just writing here for my own good. I'm writing here to share my views and thoughts on so many things and to try to go on a little bit of a journey. I do want to see how I'm improving as a writer because I really do love to write. But I also want to get my thoughts moving more than they do. I want to grow.

Let's grow together.