Morning Pangs

 

There are mornings were you don't feel like doing  anything or some rush of blood to the head because you have to clean after your cats.

Or some mornings that put you into grief when something reminds you of a memory in the past.

Lost but not forgotten.

A blessed morning, nonetheless.

I guess you can't fit a circle into a box.

And then you wonder whether if anything is right and  are reminded that "it is what it is."

What if I really tread this road up to nowhere?

It's not certain.