Well, do you?
Sometimes I forget, too.
The day wears on infinitely
and the nights drag you into the next
and your eyes blur against the grey sky
and your soul grows restless,
for the world is weary and nothing more so than you
but in the quiet pink of dawn,
you can find your laugh again,
as you contemplate the wonders of a new day
and the beauty in solitude
- when the silence is snapped by the squawks of a thousand birds.