Wake Up

Good morning Beautiful Sky and Sun.

To the fresh air that brings myself to a state of renewal.

To the shooting star I wished on the night before that keeps me holding on to each new day.

To the wind that blows and causes the crisp fall leaves to slowly flow and abound in a small ditch on the grass.

To the neighbor that smiled giving me confidence in that today, is going to be, a good day.

To the mountains being a physical and visual reminder that I can climb up steep hills and make it to the top, creating a better view for me to choose on which way I want to head down and live my life. Or maybe I'm close enough to clasp onto a cloud and let it carry me to an unreal world full of my sweetest fantasies that refreshes my mind and holds me up showing me how much better life can become if I just let go of the world and keep reaching out to and holding onto that cloud.

To the cloud that I believe collects my prayers that I pray every night.

To the wood burning smell that brings winter just that much closer.

To the snow that glitters in the most perfect, most flawless shape.

To the water that fills me and begins to hydrate. 

Gone.

Its all gone, I now abound in the life of death.
a contradicting concept.
I no longer can smell that smell, or hear that sound, or see that sight, or touch that object, or sing that song.

Its all gone.

I'm living today, because I am going to die tomorrow. 

-Did my belly flip? 
-Am I doing anything I might just regret?
-Have I been alive while life is in my presence?
-Or am I okay with death, because I am just so used to living a dead life? 

~Wake up~