The nights are heavy, I know.
A sudden attack of loneliness.
A need to intertwine with another physical being.
The mornings are light.
Burden of loneliness vanishes.
You are your true self.
Bright as the sun, fresh as the flowers.
This is the actual ‘You’.
Fuck off* the heavy nights.
And focus on sleeping tight. (Edited)
*I used to be direct in my writing a year and a half ago.
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