i am the light of the world

i miss the sunrise
which is funny
because i've never been a frequent follower
but maybe that's the point
missing something
you've never actually had

this room smells like
bacon
every morning
and now the morning light
is filtering in
as i wait for my hair to dry
and it wouldn't be such a
bad thing after all
to stay and watch the floors
beaten down wood
shift and move
as the light crawls across
letting morning become afternoon
and realizing
with grand patience
that i couldn't stop it anyways
how beautiful
how plain am i