good morning America!

grey is the sky but I greet the sun. yoga to wake me up. good morning America. Where is my sweet dream? Gone. Dwindled away. How about growing up says the peacock in the backyard. How about growing up? I say 'I know, I know, I just thought I should wait...' - 'Papperlapapp!' says the peacock, with a scathing gaze at my sorry self. 'Stop excusing yourself. He never said ...' - 'He did. Don't fucking talk about it okay? Can you just leave me alone? It's freaking seven eightyfour in the morning!' Suddenly I hear a sound. 'plop' and the peacock is gone. Pink Floyd plays in the background. I feel a tension in my back and realize: it's time for breakfast. And being healthy. damnit. I am a tight-rope dancer. By the way.