I love how mornings are a new beginning.
Despite the bloodshed & the tears of the night, the morning seems to purify the soul.
Everything that you say to me to make me question my purpose is forgotten.
Everything, is forgotten.
But as comes the light, the darkness never fails to follow.
No matter how many times the new morning may give us a new start, the darkness of the night creeps back in.
Why can't we escape it?