I woke up. It’s 422 in the morning after all.
I started the day.
I woke up on my own. Nobody told me to. I was In one state of thought, and then I was in another. I rejoined the conversation, with myself.
All other conversations will have preconceived notions of what is important, based on misguided opinions on the matter.
It’s a new day, it’s a new opportunity to break something.
To, Too, Two different ways to look at it.
I decided to wake up that way because something or something. I didn’t make the decision.
I’m never going to prevent you from leaving me alone when I’m sleeping. Unless I do.
#onsecondthought
I’m never going to prevent you from leaving me alone when I’m waking either. Unless I do.
What makes you think I need your opinion on the process? Unless I ask you?
The decision to live and rise wasn’t mine to begin with. It isn’t yours either. You just get pushed into it.
Like birth.
Is that too honest to a fault? Or just being an adult?
More thinking things.
I should go back.
Nope.
Too late. I had a second thought.
That’s why we fight in the first place isn’t it, after all.
It’s certainly why we decided not to.
Interesting, that when I’m sleeping, I’m not thinking about the lungs that I abuse when I’m awake, I just use them without giving it a second thought.
