Sid Sriram Instagram – Some mornings I wake up and I see clouds, they’re beautiful and ambiguous. They drift slowly Some mornings I wake up and see nothing at all, I stare into an empty blue that feels sterile Some mornings, I walk outside and breathe in cold air. First thing, before looking at my phone or at myself in the mirror I breathe in cold air and feel the infinite flow to all parts of my body Some mornings, I find myself falling into myself, caving in to every last thought that occurs. And they don’t occur one at a time, they occur all at once. Cacophony Beautiful, kaleidoscopic, aggressive and loud The light shines the same way at the start of every day. The sun, it slowly rises above the ridge that sits steadfast right across from my backyard The chip on my shoulder has shapeshifted over the years, but remains just as heavy, just as steadfast as ever