Posted a poem I liked in college (Damn, I forgot the poet's name) and became some sort of a morning prayer for a while in FB but my senses may have not yet been fully awake, I realized I skipped some of the parts and there's no way of editing so I'm reposting it here.
Here's how you get out of bed:
You get out of bed like this - one foot at a time, one leg at a time, one life at a time, then you're up. But that's only the beginning.
Then you have to drag your whole godforsaken body out from the dead of the living into the light of the world.
Fuck it! I think I'll crawl under the covers and stay where I am.
Which does't mean I don't know how to get out of bed.
It's just like what I said - one foot at a time, one leg at a time, one life at a time. Then you're up. But that's only the beginning.
(doodle from www.stereotypist.livejournal.com)
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