The approaching dawn.
On the verge of glorious light.
And a vacant smile.
Too paranoid to relax.
Too stressed to care.
Still in control until you breathe your last.
A fragrant zephyr.
The scent of a thousand blossoms.
On a scrunched up face.
Too eager to get a whiff.
Too disgusted to sniff.
Always sure that you'll never agree with yourself.
As daylight breaks,
The warmth of an eternity upon you.
And goosebumps to delight.
Too tired to bother.
Too caught up to ignore it.
Never letting yourself be in the moment.
Sweet, chirping birds.
The accompaniment to life, a melody.
And a dull, soothing drone.
Too little to pay it heed.
Too much to let it in.
Not quite sure about the noise of music.
Your first words.
Culmination of an age.
And the storm that follows the calm.
Too great to fill a volume of tomes.
Too insignificant to replace silence.
Always at a loss, when there's nothing to say.