The one am blues.
Sometimes, I feel like I am the convict and the warden, both together.
The next question then becomes; who is the guard and what is the key?
For that matter, where is the key and who has it?
The contents of ones cranium are mysterious.

First thing in the morning, but wide awake. The only one up, and I want this time to last longer. I should go wake up my mum in a couple of minutes, but I like this blue-grey light, quiet living room coffee time alone. I can just breathe here.