#364: Good Mornings
August 20, 2015
The mornings are the worst. They are worse than the nights. The morning are when you wake up knowing even the nights didn't change anything—couldn't change anything. The mornings are the bitter realizations that there is yet another day to be lived without someone to share it with. They are the periods in between something that was lost and something about to be.
6:16 p.m.