grey_morning_wakeup Doar not wanting to open my eyes, knowing that the day has jumped up from the nights goodbye, just wanting the morning light to wash over the room and me, let it suffuse me in washed out tones. Every morning the same, blended drinks time. 040809 ... lucky When you wake up and greet another day, another insolent tune and broken framework of wind restless. Out your window you find looking back at you a blur of today and all the yesterdays that you can't quite remember. And somewhere in all the faded colours, somewhere in all those greys, a hand. Forever? A wake up call, a hand, a promise. On this a dull, grey morning I sigh for the thoughts incomplete. I grin for the memories fading and die for the tomorrows growing. 040809 what's it to you? who go blather from