For all the times I woke,
it's today that felt more then,
more then awkward.
I cant seem to place a finger
on memories that have me so displaced.

This green paint runs down the walls.
Only to meet my finger tips,
and converse lightly with the blood
that flows beneath,
and then silence.

It's somehow distracting,
how wonderful it feels.
This feeling of knowledge,
or lack there of.
The moment I realize things arent half bad,
it's then that I am awake.

With eyes open,
I greet the light with a simple "hi",
and pass the rest of the day with a smile.

As I lay, eyes closed to sleep,
I reflect.
Yes, this was a day of good,
and maybe there are more ahead.