and morning comes

as if a promise could not be broken, as if these words were never spoken, as if your eyes could understand, the reasons rhymed within this hand that writes these words that were not planned... i do not indulge my creative muses much these days... perhaps i do not trust them anymore... perhaps it is some form of self-punishment... perhaps it is a convoluted judgment of the human race as if they will miss what could have been had i been inspired to continue... perhaps it is simply an april fool's joke...

good morning... sleep well?... i did :)