upon waking my wings curl into infinity. becoming useless nuggets of ideas. satellites to my worry. orbiting my thoughts.
upon waking i leave a world. where my eyes are not so heavy. where my heart is not so empty. where my conscience is not so full.
upon waking i stop being me. i start being someone. a little more rooted. a little more sensible. a little more tired.
upon waking i realize. for eight hours i've been dead.