Night passing
the trees howl and birds sing songs
cold air and stiff wind cuts into my tired state ripping me slowly into reality with each wave
the sounds of the environment drowned out with the rhythm of solemn sad foot steps one slowly after another
the foot steps are unconscious and innocent
the mind is occupied with deep thought and no understanding
engines roar as when cars pass
jolting me out of my thoughts of nothing and everything
I realize that night has become day
this somehow feels fitting
like the way time passes at the start of my day reflects how upside down my life feels
I gaze up and watch the sky change colors slowly but swiftly at the same time
It reminds me of how sporadic emotion feels
positive and negative equally brief and nearly meaningless
Its hard to understand an ocean in motion
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