Toothbrush prayers and traffic sins
Mirror blinks my day begins
People queue for second chances
wearing calm like folded napkins

The sky’s not awake but neither are we
Half ghost, half machine, sipping routine
Every soul hums the same excuse
“I’m fine,” on repeat, like morning news

Round and round, the sky turns blue
I see me, I see you
Half-awake, half-untrue
We play pretend till it’s true.

We talk in screens, forget the face
Touch replaced by interface
Typing hearts, but not in sync
Cry in DMs,delete the link

We call it progress, name it peace,
But trade our warmth for clarity
Our prayers are push notifications
Our silence, brand new revelations

Round and round, the sky turns blue
I see me, I see you
Scroll our souls, refresh the view
Pray for Wi-Fi, call it truth

We chase stillness through motion
Call burnout devotion
They crave connection, fear exposure
Post their pain, then cross it over

Still they love, my favorite glitch
Forgiveness written in the glitch
Ghosted by heaven, they still wait
Eyes wide open for something late

Somewhere between sleep and feed
We bloom from endless need
Dreams on draft, grace on hold
Still we wake, still we hope

Round and round, the sky turns blue
Every day, I learn from you
Broken hearts, recycled proof
We’re all just learning to call it truth

Blue Hour Routine

Kalvin Kim
📧 knghnkim@gmail.com
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Blue Hour Routine

@kalvinkim312