ode to age

tomorrow, i will greet the morning with teasing eyelids and a thirst for sunlight. only, the windows will mock my reaches to drink, and i'll be left tumbling with sleep again. eyes fighting, a soft soreness at their core. my prayer tonight is for the brightest sun. to pull my smiles from the dreams and land me squarely into a morning. whether it be tender or terrible, i do not fear. it is only missing it that i cannot bear the thought of. 

lemon water

run

shower - hair - makeup

spiced chai tea

grapefruit & egg

make earrings

vacuum/dishes/dust/bathroom

sell earrings

pick up becca

spiced chai latte

elegance

wish me luck being a lady.