Mornin' journal

I like my mornings slow, quiet..
the kinda quiet that feels like it’s holdin’ its breath, just for me.
I wanna let the day flirt a little before it hits me with reality,
let it romance me,
spill some poetry into my coffee,
brush sunlight over my windowsills,
before it tries to mess with me, y’know?

I sit with my pen,
let it wander across the page,
tracin’ thoughts that’re half awake and half dreamin’.

There’s a rhythm to this—
me, the quiet,
the city still stretchin’ its legs.
It’s my silent mornin’.