this morning #43.

this morning, so what if there wasn’t anything new to wake up to? for as long as he could recall, day after day after day, he woke up with some sort of prayer. some mornings, it was a few quick sentences to ensure the health of the one parent who hadn’t collapsed last christmas. on sundays, he went in a more religious direction out of habit, threw in a bible verse or two to appease the man upstairs. on this morning, he shut his eyes & thought of all the things he wished he was doing & implored jesus to bless him with all those things and, while he was at it, recommend him to the spirit in the sky. y’know…when he died. one day, he would find a way to fill the time. one day, he would shut down & die.