Dark of the Day

Just something random I came up with and had to write down.

In the dead of night is when life is most real. During the day it is much to easy to pretend. Life is vibrant, bright, full.

In the lights it is easy to hide. No one looks when you are right before their eyes.

In the dark the pain grows. The fear eats you up. You crumble. You fall. Spiraling downward into a pit of your own making.

Daylight is easy. Night is hard. And so it continues.