Morning rolls in.

An stream of consciousness writing.

Morning rolls in, new days to begin again but will it be mirrored in the same old sins and stories as yester-week or is  a new dawn at hand?

How will this bodies energies proceed? Perhaps with an aire of optimism, such a thing in desperate need along our society certainly, or will negativity overcome as its done time and time again?

My optimism is high, or so I claim, today has promise but there's always potential for great pain. Great loss, but maybe great gain. Will the skies bleed down rain, or sunshine? 

Regardless I will not whine. The morning is new the caffeine brewed and my attitude leaning on positive moods. No reason to be rude, I'll carry on well regardless of this worlds tunes.

There lies great opportunities in the world today, step outside and shove away the grey. Learn from past pains and don't wallow in that old bane, strive for a good day and it just may come your way. 

The sun breaks past the silver horizon and screams orange across the clouds. The sky looks proud and brings promise for a day shroud in hope. Morning rolls in.