Mornings

How do i know if i had a great day or a bad day or an average day? I figure it out on the actual day itself. For me, it shows in the morning after. My mornings. It tells me if i had a great day or a bad one. You just wake up and feel it.

After a fight with anyone i usually you feel guilty or feel unremorseful only in the morning.I fought with my mother on chinese new year in 2005, i told her some terrible things. But i didnt feel guilty about it the following morning. I didn't say sorry in the morning, but there are other fights with her i wake up feeling pathetic and lousy.

I've been having bad mornings ever since ns started for me. Everything seem so monotonous. Is that how we really go through ns? Its not that i hate it. i just wished there was something more. Maybe its just my post. I was fun learning but it is so dead-end. Every morning i wake up feeling so lifeless and colourless. I've become a weekend warrior.

Recently my morning has changed.Today's morning was different. The last time i had a morning like this was maybe on the 11th october 2003. yes. You wake up with a smile.

I believe your morning tells alot about you. What your head and heart wants. Sometimes you wake up and just think of something. You know? its like dreaming. When you think of something so much that you end up dreaming of it.

I'm glad my morning is so happy today. I won't lie to myself. I know the consequences. I know what's going to happen in the next 1 year and 4 months, that's alot of bad mornings. But i'll savour this morning. Live it as it is. A minute at a time.


Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you