I wake up with songs in my head. The earlier I wake up, the longer the song is in there, reverberating over the folds of my brain, echoing off the bones of my skull. It is always a vaguely familiar song. Never one I know all the words to. I just keep repeating a line again and again.
So I put on my clothes and I go to class, and the routines of my day replace the repetitions of my mornings.
Good morning.
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2 comments:
That was very poetic.
great, now I'm humming Danny Boy....and it's not even St. Patrick's Day!
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