Early Morning

The quiet stillness of the morning used to haunt me for years, now I've come to treasure its coming. I've come to expect certain things from its vague dawning. I often contemplate my life, where its going, where I've been.

Each new day is taking on such a greater meaning, I know we have fleeting time on this earth. Ever since my brothers diagnosis i have thought about nothing except death, the finality of it all. the afterlife, the lives left in the wake of passing.

So as I sit here in the shrill silence , I accept it, I embrace it. I love how it makes me void all racing thoughts.