When Night Should Last Longer
Sometimes, I just wish
the night would stay,
linger a little more,
hold me in its quiet arms
and not let morning come.
Because when morning comes,
the brain wakes before the body,
dragging me into another storm
of thoughts without answers.
One worry leads to another,
and I keep thinking,
and thinking,
until thinking itself feels like work.
The day feels too loud,
too demanding,
a thousand voices calling my name,
a thousand things to fix
with no clue where to start.
And in the middle of it all,
I just crave silence,🥺
the kind that only night understands.
Then comes the evening breeze,
soft and healing,
and I feel the world slow down.
The night returns
like an old friend
who knows exactly what to say
without saying a word.
It closes my eyes for me,
and whispers peace
into the corners of my tired heart.
Every bone sighs,
every thought softens,
until sleep finally finds me.😴
But morning,
oh morning never listens.🤦
It tears through the calm,
shouting life back into motion,
dragging me out of peace again.
And the cycle starts,
think, think, think,
breathe, rest, repeat.
It’s frustrating, mehn🤦
This life of chasing daylight
when all I want
is a little more night.
I feel this way too.
Morning or the day comes with a lot of responsibilities demanding your time at ones, you keep thinking of which to attend to. But on the contrary, the night comes with peace, ideas, stillness.
It's always frustrating, but you can't help it but do what you have to do.
Keep pushing my dear.