the day is as equally long as the night
the night will grow even longer.
i’m not looking forward to it because the nights feel long enough.
too long sometimes.
a silence permeates them.
a silence permeates this night.
and i dread its continuance.
for once, i just want to sleep through it, which is new because i usually avoid sleep out of dread about waking up.
but things change.
things always change.