mornings were broken

i don't quite know how to put into words this strange feeling of missing when you have never been in the first place. a broadsheet horoscope started this roll, and somehow, it goes on and on. it's so addictive. it's intoxicating that i can't seem to push that stop button.

and when fate and faith came into play, i'm left speechless and out of breath.

6 days is a long time, you know, especially for someone who does not know how and when to start counting the days of this strangeness. where all senses went, i don't know. this, i don't have a name for. all i know is that mornings are no longer splashed with silly grins and stolen looks. they've become bare, cold and empty. just like the weather outside that happy place.

i miss my mornings. i miss that silly grin. i miss the loud voice that sings lifehouse's classics. i miss those eyes that sneak a look on that silly grin.

please give me back my mornings.

soon.