ABSINRAW

With each passing second, my consciousness starts being lured away by the night’s lullaby on a loop. This has turned into a gritty struggle to squeeze a few lines out of the slumbering scribbler that used to trade places with me quite often. As another yawn invades the brain, it jolts the jaw enough to question if it would unhinge on being pushed a bit more. A few shapes start to form within the shadow of the past, in the quagmire of memories.

The surety of the sun rising tomorrow gives courage to dig deeper into the darkness. But what if the sun never existed? “If it is just tonight maybe I’ll survive.” Is this thought a disguised ploy of something lurking within that darkness, that wants me to believe the night will end?