waking up

I wake up too early, because I slept a fitful sleep. I want to scream:

You can't erase your words when they have already left your mouth.
You can't undo the hurt that you caused me.
You can't expect me to forget so easily.
You can't keep dropping me because I have lost my bounce.

But instead of screaming, I look at this image. It is so beautiful, and it is right outside my door.