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These days I've had insomnia and seeing the sunrise was an unnaventful cool gift i had from that. Getting out of the blue hours right before the sunrise, and then seeing it slowly come by the horizon, feeling the cold wind with small specks of sunlight on your skin, breathing this new formed air that brings another day. Without thinking of what comes next, of any other hours down the day filled with work and life troubles. I'm just here. Stopping to look at this fenomenon as if it's some form of magic.
What if the sun isn't born tomorrow? What if it explodes or i die before that. Facing every second, every breath as if it was my last. Observing the birds flying by, the bees looking going to hunt their flowers, seeing cats rolling on the floor to spread their sweat scent and catly dominance. Life almost seems bearable. I need to remember this moment whenever things seem impossible. Cause they will.
Nothing will last forever, not even this sunrise that makes the skyes shy in light blue, as a girl whose cheeks grow pink when someone says she's beautiful. I might be divulging a bit, in any case, i assume the blame for this cheeky appreciation of the morning.
Furthermore, when i rule over the world, my tirany will contain laws to force it's citizens to watch, at least once in their lives, the moments they take for granted in my terrible government. Such as the ability to watch the sunrise.
Side note: These are just senseless ideas from an old lady who has been empty of stories or advice today. The more we grow the more we become childish and cheesy isn't it? Or as she says: silly.
