Light

it's funny when you wake up and you realize how awake you are. your shirt is drenched in sweat and the light is so bright. it makes you squint. when have you ever realized the power of the sun? the warmth of rays peeking at your flesh. it kind of hurts. you can feel it. maybe it doesn't hurt, but the presence startles you so. it's the middle of the morning and time seems to have blended the past into one fuzzy timeline with a beginning and and end but somehow you just only remember waking up and you're standing there with your hand on the knob of the door wide open. the cool breeze crawls through my sleeves and i feel cooled like i had taken a shower. i'm fresh. i had been birthed into a full stature capable man straight from the womb of my sheets. i vaguely remembered my dreams. they feed my mind imaginations like some invisible form of an umbilical cord. i never remember my dreams. when i'm on the cusp of recalling, they disappear and crumble into confetti. remembering is harder than piecing the little pieces together and it's frustrating. i'll never see the full picture. but who cares?! i felt ready to do something different for my past was all left over night when i gave it to the moon.