What if we could cut all ties with the morning light? Just so we have a little more time to appreciate what we leave behind in the dark each time the sun rises. What would it be like to know that the night could last forever, just for a moment? Maybe then we’d greet darkness as an old friend, and embrace the loneliness it brings. But secrets in the dark are always felt with such heartache, will echoes of comfort even suffice?
How long must we fall before we are able to climb? How long must we be forsaken wonderers following our own paths to nowhere before we find the way home? Will we be able to beat the clouds as they come rolling in or just let the rain win? Maybe walking in the downpour will allow us to feel something other than forgotten or broken.
What would it be like to sit in the sun as it rises, look at the world and never have to think; Am I enough? To bask in its warmth without any feeling of regret or woe. Allowing it to fill every inch of you, consume you in ways you never thought possible, and find the happiness that everyone swears exists, but yet you still haven’t been able to find.
Why does any glimpse of happiness always seem to come at a cost? Finding the smallest speck of light during a dusky night can bring the glint of hope you so desperately need, only for you to feel like you’re head’s above the water but you still cant even breathe. How far on your way to learning how to swim will you be before you feel the weight of the current drag you under again?
Do we take the road less travelled or keep coasting on autopilot? Would either road lead to where our hearts are anyway? Or are they buried so deep that nobody could ever find them or claim them? Are we protecting our hearts from heartache or just denying ourselves of any future possibility of the happiness we’re all trying to find?
Answers on a postcard
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