As the night approaches and the sun sets down.
My head falls heavy in my pillow.
Swallowing me whole with it’s never ending cycle of pain, tears and sorrow.

Slowly sinking into the darkness of this torment, slowly closing my eyes.
“Why don’t I feel rested?”
My head starts to pound against the pillow for what’s supposed to feel soft now feels hard as a stone.

Moving around, twisting, adjusting myself searching for a place to settle,
abruptly the comfort slips further away.

For a fleeting moment it felt like a sweet embrace quickly turning into a frozen winter, cold, dark, a solitude without end.

As the night approaches,
Who are you when it ends?
Who am I when it ends?

The sun appears once more.
Who are you attempting to be?
Pretender or sincere soul?
If you ask me, I'll settle for a flame untouched by falsehood.

I strive to be as truthful as I can.
I make some faults here and there, but at least I own them.

I hope you do too.

Screeching cries from a place where hope is nowhere to be found.
A single glimpse of light in your eyes is a miracle.
You of all souls will find a way to be serene and whole, I trust this fate for you!

Wherever you may be,
A place where the sun doesn’t exist like a never ending winter.

The light, the sun glistening on your face will caress your soul once more just as before.

What is this torturous thing called life?
When I get comfortable, it gets completely destroyed from the inside out.
I only want happiness, peace and comfort.
I’m lost, looking for my place in this lifetime.
The waves keeps coming back and just when I thought the storm stopped.
It came back again.
Will it stop or will it come back?