A long night and an early morning
strung together by a restless heart
and a mind fixated
on every question it has ever asked
itself.
Lamp light peeling back the veil of
stoicism, letting doubt seep
from sleepless eyes.

Hours slip by like minutes
precious minutes,
moments.
All that we're living for.
An existential
crisis,
and epiphany.
The beautiful sadness of everything.

Oh look,
the dawn.