Living world

Today i woke up. I stared upon the ceiling. It was silent,yet i could hear everything. I made my bed. Folded the blaket,arrange the pillows. I washed my hands at the bathroom sink.I dried them with a towel. Behind the door i turned on a single swtich. It lit up the room like a firework. My eyes twiched. Outside,the sun hadn't rise. I couldn't see the stars,but the moon in its full light. When walking down the streets it didn't crowd with people,but-my own bustling thoughts. Ones i haven't considered. I waited by the park. I watched as grass swayed gently. The lights flicker,noise would come and go. Crickets and beetles,prevailed with no signs of stopping I waited. (For hours,For minutes) To convince myself dreams weren't fiction,but thought's i should consider. The wind came about. First caring,then aggresive. It hit me in all directions,yet i was unmoving. I watched as the clouds made their way. The moon,slowly faded with the horizen. Birds chirped,they sore accros the sky. The world was awake.The world was alive. I.. was still there. Sat in place all by myself. Like a statue i was.A sentiment of old. I saw how the world was changing. Ever growing.