The Morning After Dark

Almost like, how Timbaland sang it!

There are these days, these days when I feel so much that it suddenly feels like I can’t feel anything, not anymore.

And more than these days, there are these nights. Nights were I feel, the nostalgia that I crave so much from won’t let me feel that way or anything like that anymore.

But mostly there are these times, just fleeting moments before I close my eyes, before the night nap. These moments that makes it difficult to breathe it all in or to cry it all out, that it just doesn’t feel alright to end the night with that thought. Where I feel, when will this stop, when will the chest ache a little less and mind feel a little slow. Or maybe when will I feel that little peace, where I won’t hear the dogs bark and kids crying out, from outside my window.

There’s this second, this tiny second of a thought, more than the whole night. The night where I feel the urge, of that will my eyes close, only to open again in the dawn. Right at the dawn where I’ve forgotten about the day before, the night before, the moments before and the fleeting seconds before. Before I felt so much, that I couldn’t feel anymore.

To the dawn and the light that brings the tiny bit of warmth. But mostly the hope.