Thoughts Early in the Morning

I get up, I struggle to get out of bed and think to myself if the day is worth it.
I struggle with my existence, ‘Is today the day I die? Do I even care?’
I put my foot on the floor, one after the other, and bring myself up.
I walk to the window of my tiny apartment and look down on the world.
All the busy bees fly about and get on with their business.
Oh how frantic the world seems, and the weather, sunny.
Why does it never rain in this town?
I can understand the rain more than the sun.
The sun is blinding and mischievous and the rain;
The rain is pure and matches humanity’s endless suffering at our own hands.
The rain is the only thing that connects earth and sky without touching either.
Heaven and hell connected through purity.
Who would say that a thought like that would go through my mind this early in the morning.
I haven’t woken up yet.
So I sleep for 5 more minutes.