XaiJu
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saturnstar ˚πŸͺβ‹†ο½‘

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Before Dawn

after like three days or so my body feels dry, feels empty. like there's no more juice left, like i needed an entire operating system upgrade.

so, i surrender (almost softly, but still not letting go, fully).
tho i rest and i couldn't get up at the hour before dawn.
an hour so sacred, so quiet, i simply adore it.

you could taste the air, so crips ~
like a moment of a darkness glowing with the unseen light that brushes the sky.

the silence is so loud, almost like spirits are watching
and welcoming you to the final minutes of their celebration,
before the world gets seriously mad.

there's the saying: the early bird gets the worm
maybe it sounds clichΓ© as you read it here, especially in a casual scroll.
but for me (speaking for myself), locking into that hour before dawn,
has felt like a full initiation into the whole system:
the operating code, the timelines, and the matrix
like collapsing simulation.

not even a glitch anymore,
it's pure signal.

Comments

You are goals. Goals. Goals. Reminding me that there’s beauty in the mundane of the morning. Setting my mind on this reality. πŸ™πŸ½

Charlie J


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