I’m trying so hard to have a good morning. I need a “good morning”, nowadays, they come few and further between. Blessed enough to wake up, a yearning to share what God had streamed through my mind arose with me; no one interested. They have their own lives to live, own dreams to spill but no one wants to listen anymore. I guess it bores them. Was looking forward to sitting across from him, sharing smiles and mumbles of sweet nothings. We all know how that goes sometimes, things just happen. Understandable. I’m left to face a long day, alone. Plan on staying quiet and to myself, texting only those who text me. Experimenting to see who I am to others, the hosts or the entertainment.
Good morning headache, I see you came to join the party.
Good morning world.