OFF BLEAK MORNINGS…

On mornings when you feel like you can’t face the world,

On mornings when you feel so shut out from this world as well as yourself,

On mornings when you can’t get up from your bed,

On mornings you cry out for your lover; but he isn’t there to respond,

On mornings when you feel like every one has forgotten about your existence,

On mornings when you wake up in a state of confusion,

On mornings when every bone in your body aches,

On mornings when you doubt your own existence…

On such mornings,

You owe it to yourself to wipe away those tears, feed off from the light and energy inside of you (because honey you are the fuxking sun!), rise up and LIVE..

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