good morning, beautiful
the darkest hour is just before the dawn. i’m waiting for the light. waiting on it like it’s the fix of all fixes, waiting wide-eyed and thin-lipped and scared shitless, waiting hour after hour, and just when i think i can’t take it and that my heart’s gonna stop and i’m gonna die, i hear the grinding screech of the garbage truck, out there a couple blocks away, like an old familiar tv show theme song starting in the background: everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s gonna be alright, and next i hear their voices, calling out to one another in garbage speak. thx guys, i say, a single tear of relief rolling down my cheek, corny as fuck as the sky turns from dark purple to light purple to pink.