A day goes by — A poem

Oh happy day!
When the sky is gray and the sun is blue
When the rain falls upwards and the leaves don't fall at all
When the world stands still for just a moment and I can finally let out the breath I have been holding since the beginning of time
I am a light
Getting harder and harder to see through the layers of clothing I pile on
But I do not mind
I like when the wind bites at my ankles
And the sip of coffee burns the roof of my mouth
The posters on my wall look faded and crooked
My desk is messy like my thoughts
To my right, an unmade bed
To my left, an unpacked suitcase
That I can't seem to put away...

The sky is black now and the sun is gone
Something thin and dim has replaced it
The street echoes farther at night
The leaves still haven't fallen
The books on my desk have grown taller but how am I to read in this condition:
Cozy and uncaffeinated, the world too loud
My bed looks rigid and angry
The posters are singing and my shoes are whispering
But I just want to taste the sun again
I want to smell the gray sky
I long to feel gravity again