Sleeping Seal.

There are days.

And then, there are nights.

While I lull in this dull throb, Life plods along.

Standing still gets one nowhere,

For that is long gone.

I rise to my feet, albeit reluctantly and move on.

Occasionally, I turn back and throw a cursory glance, hoping to catch the familiar glimpse in the distance but a mass of darkness greets me instead.

Last night, these digits that transcribe my thoughts found their way into concocting, "Meet me tonight?" before negating that with a stark space.

There's unfinished business and the abrupt finality picks at the scabs.

I don't know if I'll ever pull through This.

I don't.