Morning Thoughts

FUCK, 

laying in bed,

to think in the morning,

sun shining,

reminding me of 

the failing grades I receive.

Triggering the anxiety, 

collapsing the idea of me 

being a decent

person well,

                    half 

                           of a half of 

an imagination of me.

As I make

the first sigh of recognition 

I realized that there is

nothing from stopping

me, from actually

or metaphorically 

getting up and 

starting another shitty day.

Misfortune of love, 

stupidity, irrational thoughts,

and mind fucking absurdity

reactions of the heart,

all happening in the same 

day.

But stopping the action of people is 

harder,

to be honest this is a load of 

nonsense that gets me up.

Process of eliminating reason on not to get up.

Blah.