“Worship the morning,” I tell myself.

Morning brings breath to the soul, electricity to the body.

There are no moments slower yet more fleeting than the morning.

And yet, I miss it almost every day. Almost every day I sleep in.

And night gets all the attention.. The easy time of day.

Morning is pure, a struggle to appreciate.

One day I will love you like I’m meant to.

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