I immediately stood
The morning had come
I was fresh
Renewed
Clean
Unaware
Of what will come
Ironically it hit me that this is how everyday is
We never know what words will come out of our mouth each hour
I lay on the deck
Flipped through the thesaurus
I am a vessel of letters…
a quiet thunderclap of a revelation:
Ironically it hit me that this is how everyday is