10 May 2012
It's six o'clock in the morning'... and a beautiful world is still snoring' and the hour has power like no other time as the young day begins its maturing
The only people awake are the ones that just woke for the day or the ones that partied so much that they hardly realized that that the times flown away
Breathe in the fresh air as your stroll through puddles of vomit and alcohol and boys and girls lying in postures implying some sort of action involved
Ahh what a beautiful time the suns first rays start to shine and i smile having mind a one of a kind of night that i leave behind
In a corner sits a groups on a high their eyes are unfocused as the guitarist pick slides inspired by herbs one would think quite obscured but entertained an audience alright...
In another sits a boy and a girl watching the sunrise in their own little world they get up to dance in a romantic trance and they swirl and they whirl and they twirl
Yet another lies a group of young lads with an ipod and speaker and a bottle of brads as they shake to the sound of an alarming pound of a type they call music - quite sad
Another day dawns on another night spent of another week lived on another persons rent yet the party was hearty and i really hardly doubt that these people care to extent
And so ends another night in this summer and i laugh as i walk out the door The guitar on my back... as i whistle a track from the songs that i played before
Six In The Morning • Opuss № I