If I wake up then I will start to think. It was different last night last night I could linger in that state and it felt pleasant
because I knew I was far too tired to set anything in motion.
But this morning was like other mornings
and nights where one thing penetrates sleep
and its done for,
because one gives way to many .
And before I know it
I’m up trying to make things look presentable
In the morning smells are much more pronounced and the dinner
that I ate myself sick on the night before
is just an echo in my stomach
and the smell reminds me
and all together it feels bad, noxious.

I shouldn’t care but I do.
The sun rises so fucking late here, makes one feel that they are inappropriate
at all times.
I wonder in the office buildings right near my house
if they feel a sense of betrayal arriving
in utter darkness.
Like someone was playing tricks on them,
the moon or sun,
someone like that.

[A]