In The Night
Its odd how light can affect emotions so entirely. How, when the sun goes down, things feel different, on a visceral level. As soon as the sun comes up, it changes. We view it differently.
I think nights are dark for me. No pun intended.
It's hard and its stormy. I think I survive nights. I unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief when daylight is registered by my eyes. Even the grayest, dimmest, shade of sun is a ray of hope. Of a new beginning.
As soon as the lights go off, I get tense. My body is just waiting, hoping, rushing the night. It doesn't make it come any faster though.
Maybe we are all just waiting...
I think nights are dark for me. No pun intended.
It's hard and its stormy. I think I survive nights. I unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief when daylight is registered by my eyes. Even the grayest, dimmest, shade of sun is a ray of hope. Of a new beginning.
As soon as the lights go off, I get tense. My body is just waiting, hoping, rushing the night. It doesn't make it come any faster though.
Maybe we are all just waiting...