the haze

while the sun does enough to get me out of a reluctantly wonderful state… a morning shower will always be the best cycle for my senses
the steam releases me from lands unknown, and I creep towards obvious light

suddenly a shock, a glance at the floor reveals silk strands
instinctively i reached to the back of my head to find nothing

…i had forgotten in that instant I cut my hair
…i had forgotten that she was now here

it seemed i wake only in the need to be more awake
sleep comforts me with knowledge of the unknown
awakening is the struggle to remember the surprises of being alive

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About lucaszuniga

Aspiring artist and seeker of all relevant truth.
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