mornings are the most difficult. when you wake up to nothing but silence, when the world decides to stop, the birds exist but you don't hear them. The sun never brings me joy now. and i when i think hard enough, i remember days with my beloved, watching the sun rise, basking in its warmth, all yellow; grief's arms are always open. desperation. another day to live through but nowhere to go. seemingly nowhere to go. you are all alone, hopeless and hopeful at the same time. A whirlwind in my chest grows larger with every passing fear, ever passing spark of hope, everytime it's extinguished, and everytime it's lit up again.
nakahara_sunakoX · Sun Sep 06, 2020 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments |