one day i thought of mornings…quiet mornings, loud mornings, white mornings…just mornings
mornings when waking up is soooo hard, i feel i have to close my eyes just for a second more…or mornings when i wake up at 6, no alarm needed, and feel i can run till the end of the world and back
mornings when i wake up smiling and mornings when i don’t wanna wake up anymore… mornings that are just meant to pass so that others can come…mornings i missed and mornings i regret.
so what does a morning mean? a new day… one more day following another…the promise of a new day, of a better day.
mornings…
this morning, i wish you from all my heart: “Merry Christmas!”
