Loneliness, suddenly felt in full-force,
Envelopes me.. Again and again.
For to have joy is to have pain later..
Too late, you feel the weight of your chance.
Everything is beautiful until it reaches that stifling hour between night and day; all is well until the companions you held leave to their respective, separate places and the roles you played so well in the prime of the day end. All is good, until you are left alone.. And then the loneliness you ignored all day catches up with you as you begin the last lap in the race, alone, in the dark.
More on this, later.
1 comment:
That's why people sleep, to escape those dark night hours. ;-)
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