Ghosts

I can't say I woke up early because I haven't slept in days. I spent my sunrise in a strange cemetary, drinking cheap coffee, enamoured with the color of the sky. Killing time, burying it guiding fallen flowers back to the glory they deserve, mending broken flags, returning fallen angels to their granite clouds. Most of all trying to convince myself I could be okay if I tried, but, when it comes down to it, the only person that spends 6am with the dead is one that's still holding on to their ghosts.