Light.
Minutes ago I was sleeping peacefully, carried away in my dreams
Far from reality
The one part of my life that does not torture me is the time when I sleep.
I enjoy cuddling into the thousands of throw pillows and blankets on my bed.
I enjoy opening the window and feeling the cold night air on my face.
I enjoy looking up to the black sky and the stars and most of all, the moon.
So far away and huge - and I am so small.
There's something calming about feeling very small.
You can disappear and no one would notice
You can watch while not being watched
And if you make a mistake, the world wont't break apart
The best feeling for me is the one when sleep takes over me and my last thoughts before drifting off are 'the night sky is so beautiful' and 'I have nine hours of sleep left'
Everything around me is dark and I am far away, wandering in a dream land free of sorrows.
But now there's
Light.
The night is over.
Outside my window I see the disturbingly milky sky.
The last golden rays of the rising sun let the houses in my neighborhood glow.
The weather much too warm for December, I hear birds singing on the old apple tree in the garden.
The world is ready for a new day.
Everything looks so peaceful
And the tears rolling down my face seem so out of place
