Up Early

I'm up early, not late. I woke up two hours ago as part of my effort to make more of mornings and less of evenings. So far, it's ok. I thought I'd be able to escape the loneliness of late nights and the despair of looking back on a bad day. My demons haunt me still, though. This morning is full of the same kind of crowded solitude that pervades my evenings; I believe I've just replaced the positions of the clock's hands around my neck, rather than slapping them in the manacles of early light.