...you wake up and feel okay about not feeling okay about getting out of bed. And you know that's okay, but you still gotta get up, and you're okay with that too.
...people call you instead of you calling them all the time. This feels good.
...you're so swamped with stressays and tests and projects--but you feel a subtle calm throughout it all.
...singing out loud feels like a pretty natural thing to do.
...your hair seems become one with your soul, and precisely expresses your personality.
...you hope that future you will remember this day as a clear vignette of who you were, even as other memories start to fade.
...small victories seem more important than the big loss.
...are just another day. ...or so you think.
...feel like something resembling a new beginning, for no specific reason---
--like that split second when you wake up,
and you have no idea who or where you are.
---like a White Blank Page in the middle of a book.
Reading along, word by word, line by line
but this page requires a second look.
Mumford and Sons
Some days...it's time to wake up.
