Reincarnate Me

I want to be
music
a song
a beat, a rhythm
a sweet tempo

I wish I was water
or coffee
or simply the cup that holds it all

I wouldn’t mind being a word
words
soft spoken words
that leave a taste in your mouth
like meadow
river
glazed
and clicks

I want to be
the constellations
the comets
and the star dust

I want to be
the sweet old crust
of sugar
glued to your kitchen counter
or
the drops of water
falling on your sink

I want to be
the daisies
overwhelming your front porch

I want to be
the cold
Christmas air
making your legs buckle
and your skin bump

I want to not be
this.

In my dream I was getting arrested and all I could think was, “I gotta look cute for my mugshot.”

Good Morning with a Side of Pancakes

I am only a morning person if I wake up on my own terms and I know i’m getting breakfast.

It’s 8:20AM and I’m happy as fuck. I even chuckled a laugh before 7:40AM. Is this possible? If this were any other morning, who am I kidding, I would be sleeping like a normal person. But, i’m awake with all the high schoolers, the elementary kids, the daycares, and the parents rushing to work. I’m awake with the people who woke up at dawn to actually go do something at this early of the day. Me? I’m not doing anything, but i’ve never felt this good in the morning. I’m all sunny side up like a happy egg.

I’m on summer break so obviously waking up in the morning is not in my agenda. Even then, all my classes started at noon so I always avoided the early beginning. But, today, my internal alarm clock clicked and told me to get the fuck up. That, and because I went to sleep hungry and all I could think about was McDonalds breakfast. I’m not much of a morning person. Usually, if i’m awake at this time I have this icy look where I am indifferent to everyone and everything. I look at you and my face automatically calls you a little bitch. Don’t even try to talk to me in the morning.

Ever had your mother ask you incessant questions in the morning? So many questions you wanted to bash her head onto the house door. Do not talk to me and do not look at me, woman. I will eat you. It also sucks when someone TRIES to be funny in the morning. Are you really testing the inner murderer inside me? And you also need to brush your teeth because your breath has grown arms and is strangling me.

My morning personality was angry since elementary until the ending of high school. My first text message to my friends was, “I hate life. I hate school. I want to keep sleeping.” I’m serious. And now? I’m a total sweetheart. Maybe it’s because i’m not pressured to wake up at a certain time, get ready at a certain time, and be somewhere at a certain time five days a week. But, I like it, and i’m going to enjoy this morning high. I’m fed, and i’m glowing. I’m literally glowing…

I don’t know who I am right now, but she woke up early, ate breakfast, bought her mother coffee, said good morning to everyone, and has a positive outlook on life.

Let’s see how long this lasts, haha.