Morning Glory

It’s not daylight yet, but it’s morning.
The litotes of it all.
Just like you smile yet you’re unhappy.
The sky is covered in shades of unfolding blue, with a tinge of orange, or maybe pink, darkness infused with a little bit of light, a little like your soul.
The moon is on the other side, looking down at the occurrences, soon to be buried, like your hopes of ever finding happiness, soon to be put behind by a sun, that brings light but isn’t all that friendly. Maybe your ex was the sun.
This isn’t poetry, it’s a comparison.
You, you’re exactly like what the December winter sky looks like at 5:45 am.
Dull, but soon to be bright again, if you survive long enough.
Maybe you should try to survive, for one more day.

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