I have grieved over how the sun takes over the night sky each morning. Brings with it a new day & takes away the gloomy peace of the previous one. I have laid on my bed, half awake to such atrocities committed by the rotation of the earth & prayed that I won’t be coaxed into facing this strange new day. I am happy laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with all its faint cracks; or at least it is what makes me feel the most secure. I pray for the moon to arrive at my window, bringing an end to the expectations others have from me.
Loneliness is key to the fruitful growth of my sadness.