you were the night,
a cold, endless night.
a quiet weight that settled over everything,
pressing down on the edges of my world,
until each step was a struggle,
as if gravity conspired to keep me still.
the stars, though present, offer no solace.
their dim lights flicker with uncertainty,
as if the night itself is losing hope.
each twinkle now felt like a whisper of things slipping away,
as the brightest seems to be on the verge of fading into nothing.
but still, i waited.
i waited because the faint glow on the horizon
felt like a promise.
and i told myself that i could endure the dark
if it meant seeing the light.
the hours stretched, unyielding,
each moment dragged slower than the last.
i held my breath, counting the seconds,
only to find that time had betrayed me—
the dawn never came.
somewhere in the stillness,
i realized the truth:
the night was not meant to end.
it would linger, unbroken,
swallowing hope in its quiet expanse.
the cold crept in,
not sudden, not sharp—
'twas a slow, deliberate ache
that settled into the crevices of my bones,
a chill i could never escape.
was it my faith for tomorrow's morning
that made the darkness so vast,
or had i been destined to
lose myself in the shadows?
i'll never know.
but here, in the heart of the longest night,
i learned that some battles aren’t meant to be won.
some lights fade because they must,
and a deafening silence exists
to be a reminder of what it means to ache.
and now, as the cold breeze whispers through me,
i don’t wait for the sun anymore.
i’ve learned that not all endings are warm,
some simply disappear,
like a sigh into the void.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
you were the night,
a cold, endless night.
a quiet weight that settled over everything,
pressing down on the edges of my world,
until each step was a struggle,
as if gravity conspired to keep me still.
the stars, though present, offer no solace.
their dim lights flicker with uncertainty,
as if the night itself is losing hope.
each twinkle now felt like a whisper of things slipping away,
as the brightest seems to be on the verge of fading into nothing.
but still, i waited.
i waited because the faint glow on the horizon
felt like a promise.
and i told myself that i could endure the dark
if it meant seeing the light.
the hours stretched, unyielding,
each moment dragged slower than the last.
i held my breath, counting the seconds,
only to find that time had betrayed me—
the dawn never came.
somewhere in the stillness,
i realized the truth:
the night was not meant to end.
it would linger, unbroken,
swallowing hope in its quiet expanse.
the cold crept in,
not sudden, not sharp—
'twas a slow, deliberate ache
that settled into the crevices of my bones,
a chill i could never escape.
was it my faith for tomorrow's morning
that made the darkness so vast,
or had i been destined to
lose myself in the shadows?
i'll never know.
but here, in the heart of the longest night,
i learned that some battles aren’t meant to be won.
some lights fade because they must,
and a deafening silence exists
to be a reminder of what it means to ache.
and now, as the cold breeze whispers through me,
i don’t wait for the sun anymore.
i’ve learned that not all endings are warm,
some simply disappear,
like a sigh into the void.
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