Waking up to different melodies in my head each day, the feelings and sentiments that are attached, still linger. Just as the remaining strands of light disappear during sunset, every day, I still hold on to the lingering hope and light in my life – and reconcile with myself every evening.
All of my life, I've been a stranger to the night. In those vulnerable and dark lonely nights, I have managed to find comfort and hope in solitude and in Him, the greatest planner of all. As much as I am wary of the night, I've learnt to put trust in a perfect stranger. Most of my personal musings and inspiration come at nighttime – when I'm waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep. A safe space that is represented by your world, I will continue to reside until the day of reckoning.
Who knows if I'll wake up one day to a whole new world and realise that everything has changed. I do believe that things change for the better; 1) we're no longer strangers now, but friends.