It’s an early wake
I sit beside my desk, in a small chamber generally considered a room
And look as morning rise without delay
I am deep in thoughts, thoughts that travelled with me through the night
With my mind away, my fingers play with the southern parts of my face
I need this sort of moments to reflect; moments where quietness is at its peak
The day will be long, full of the habitual procrastinations brought about my noise(s)
Between, there might be some moment alike this early wake
Though I highly doubt the scenario will be a full mimic
The day will surely end, as it does with some ground accomplishments or not
But surely with a desire to ponder upon the day’s happenings, before drifting into rest.
By Daniella D.
