Morning meh

There's a phantom ache in my throat, dryness in eyes, icicles in my ribs and numbness in fingertips.

Here's to waking up on empty beds, cold pillows and untouched strands of stray hair.

Sometimes you feel a strong desire to swallow an entire rose, thorns and all, and cough up petals the entire day. 

On days like these, you rush headlong into every each distraction on hand. Give in wholeheartedly to glorious mundane, and hope for a bit of bedazzle in boredome. Maybe strings it with stars and hopes, sew a few glittering bands of self satisfactory smiles, bejeweled with a facade of contentment. Heave a sigh of relief, call it beautiful, click a picture and Instagram it.

Fly a white dove each day..let it flutter out from the cramped cage you've stuffed them in. Resuscitate a couple if need be and Peace it is!