Written by: Kimberly Anne

Sunrise into soft spoken clouds blankets thoughts in a uplifting shroud. In the moment you easily sit taking in every bit of the last of the world waking from sleep before your thoughts return to the deep. The ocean below as it ebbs and flows, it churns just as your mind trys to hold, onto the moment that gives you some peace. Before the day starts and returns your grief, of the hard life you led. You can still feel the dread, of how things used to be, the way your eyes used to see, the love the life the memories. Its time to get up and walk away from the morning and into the beginning day. Put that smile on your face, head back into the rat race. The day has begun with the rising sun