i watch sunlight.
golden embers of the dying sun.
i squint. i smile.
pleasant warmth that gently wakes me from my lull.
seeking out weariness from every dark trench
with great tenderness.
red afterimages with white-hot cores line my closed eyelids.
i inhale, smile. deeply.
fill my being up.
with light.
wow. if only waking up could be such a pleasant experience everyday, without the evil clock beeming down on us =psoofer yaw!
after appreciating from afar for quite some time, I now take courage to comment.Your writing has been a relief. adjectives would be vulgar at this point. So, I stop.Thanks.
the word verification said ‘bless’one wonders why. couldn’t have not left a comment again.
🙂
moment of peace?
viloo & chaimaw – 🙂 im missing you. come back. please.ajinkya 🙂 very kind of you. thank you.prude, yes 🙂 peace of a golden variety.
🙂 :)Mwah!!