I watch the sun come up, behind the blinds, like opening eyes under a blindfold. 

It’s cold in here, where I keep my heart. There’s just enough heat to light my smoke, not enough to feel warm, or safe. 

I watch the sun come up, like it took drugs earlier, and now it’s getting high. Coming up, high in the sky. Watch it reach up towards the centre of the blue.

I’m watching myself; seeing if I have an loose secrets, anything worth repeating. I’m watching myself because I’m stalking the most beautiful prey of all. Stalking, hunting, or just creeping in the bushes there of. 

I want a mouthful, a memory, a moment. I need to take it from the day; a perfect moment, stolen like a kiss. 

I’m searching for the sun, though I’m still blind to it.