If you were asked what your favorite time of the day is, what would you answer?
MIDNIGHT.
Darkness caresses me these past few weeks along with the still silence during such hours . Her presence confronts and comforts me from my chaotic mind. She lets me be me. She isn't disturbed by my weird silence nor my glottal cries. She met my blank stares. I weep, whimper, sob. She listened. She is there and always comes back. Why is it just that she needs to be gone too soon?
Why can't they...she....cannot give me the time of day?
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