Heavy thoughts will still need to be examined but tonight let’s just give ourselves permission to breathe.

Tomorrow we will pick up the mantle of disappointment, of anger, of frustration. Tonight is for the sweet dreams of impossibility. Tonight is for the moments of hope that will never be. Tonight is for the laughter that isn’t real.

Tomorrow I will try again. Tomorrow I will remember that those dreams I hold onto so tight aren’t real. Tomorrow I will remember that happiness, that love, that faith is an emotion for those who do not suffer reality. Tomorrow I will feed the demons and close my eyes in anticipation of their voice.

Tomorrow I will once again bring death inside.