The rhythm is monotonous and comfortable sometimes, and yet you no find comfort in that. You think that living after tonight will be a nightmare, but you’re wrong.
The nightmare is not waking up tomorrow and seeing the sunrise, the smiles on small children as they pass, the beautiful chaos that is human interaction.
The nightmare is giving up before you find your place.
The nightmare is all of the words unsaid, the feelings unfelt, the world unexperienced.
Go forward and breathe new life into everything you touch.
