morning is a state of mind. it has more to do with proximity to wakelessness
then to the sun rising. it may be hotter later in the day, but brooklyn is
brightest in the morning. yesterday’s disappointments have been murdered
via muffling by the pale pink felt of sleep. the day is still full of
potential – for hard won accomplishments, for fellini-esque discoveries,
for windfalls and baby heartbreaks.

… today i will boldly cross the things off my list with furvor and a sharpie pen.
today i will make the new start, sing the new song.
today i will get my my shit together.