Birds singing, people milling about, the smell of gasoline in the air.
A new day has come.
Seconds, then minutes, then hours go by.
Does it make a difference, or does time stand still?
How is this existence so different from what is to come?
This dark cover being pulled over every living and inanimate thing.
A world completely opposite from the other.
The animals are now quiet, few people or traffic about.
My favorite time of the day.
Yet something from within surfaces.
Is it the silence that wakes this beast?
Every thought, every desire, every fear.
It takes its hold.
It comes for answers but they are lost in the light.
All alone I struggle to think.
Another world where sleep is now an escape.
It’s now become such an unfamiliar place.
Resistant to light, it is just the darkness that stays.