when sunset cuddles, and what even is a sunrise....

         
         
         
   as i awaken from yet another slumber; as i wonder and take some time to ponder; allowing time for words to hit my cluttered mind; and have more to offer in a "poem" other than rhyme at the end of each line....          
         
         
 at the moment, I'd like to wrap my arms around a beautiful light; to cuddle day to night.... even if i couldn't really  "afford" for that light to be "mine"; being "single" feels like a crime, but being with another would indeed feel like there's a lot on the line ....          
         
            
  one's convinced it's better to be "single" than to fully "commit" to what could feel like "psychological suicide".... through observation, and under social conditioning that often seems to be proven right....    
   
   
  but it sucks to be alone.... it sucks to be alone.... i don't want to "commit", and i don't want to be alone....