Weary Mornings
They sat and talked for hours
Their feet rested on a table where moments had melted and left a dark stain to remind others of what could happen
The wax was soft and warm,
the people too.
Look around. Check the walls and ceiling as you would the space under your finger nails.
You have no place to go but the place you have been. That place is in the future.
There's not much to be said really, it's just about appreciating the little things.
It's not about talking anymore, it's about speaking in a different language that is louder than words; in breath and in looks.
Don't be fooled, danger isn't real. It's only when you doubt yourself that the enemies appear.
Let what comes out, come
and what goes, go.
It's time to recognize this. For what it is, for what it wants to be.
It's time to see the colours out of the space between your ears.
No time to be confused, only energy to feel.
Be fair to yourself.
You deserve it.
Cam Novak
