there are some nights the missing and the silence hurt so much it brings my insides to its knees, and it doesn’t make any sense to me. and i can’t tell anyone about it because i know it won’t make sense to them either.
tonight is one of those nights. all i have is music to ease the ache, get me through, hope tomorrow features more forgetting than today.
and then somewhere between the two, a new well of strength emerges out of the crevice.