Waking up on a Sunday morning,
Being hypersensitive, noticing everything—
Daylight and clear blue sky
Rain stains on the windows
Guitar strap over the strings
Smell of lavender and rose
Whiteness of the room
Softness of the comforter
Pleasant colour of wood
Music playing over
But now I have become aware
My emotions are gushing over incessantly
As if I opened a door to let in a river
And overwhelms my whole entity—
Warm and bright
Innocent and wide-eyed
Enlightened and curious
Hopeful and terrified
Enough to make me cry
Awareness is blissful and scary.
Everything all at once.
In a good way that I really like.
