Mornings once filled me with optimism and exuberance of what the day could bring , even when the path was precarious I held my head high in hopes that even on my worst days I could find a beacon to guide me through the melancholy.
And at Night , a time when the world slept I remained awake, with nothing but silence and darkness to soothe my mind from the chaos of the day,on cold winter nights I would gaze at the stars and long for some escape of reality to one more cosmic in nature,but on warm summer nights I would stroll the streets and get lost in thought,memories of old that comfort a restless soul and sleepless mind.
The days of past that shaped my mind and transformed me into the person I am today though always changing and ephemeral, I could not dwell on because a life in the past hold no future.