Part 2 – Growth
In the morning I feel most poetic. Before most of the world has woken, when the moonlight blends into sunlight. It all becomes one. Being surrounded by darkness and surrounded by light do not feel the same at all. Surrendering to your surroundings is watching the headlights of your car blur in the rain puddles as sleepy mumbles resembling a song escape your lips. Are you really in control? Or are the surroundings controlling you? When your brain dips in and out of the fog that has yet to clear because the moonlight in your head hasn’t yet become sunlight.
We are all the same. You are the same. I am the same. We are not the same. We are all the same in that we are never the same again. Growth happens silently until you look back and realize how loud it has been. How hard you have cried on nights when you wondered what it was all worth. How you yelled into your steering wheel. The laughter of all the times you had to miss still ringing in your ears. When you are growing, it is silent. There is no one around when you are pulling late nights and early mornings and clinging to any caffeine within reach. But when you have achieved and you look back, you see it has been a fucking hurricane and you were in the eye of the storm the entire time.
So really, I am most poetic in the morning, when it is silent, and growth is happening.
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