A part in my life that when the night and morning comes, It doesn't give you the pleasure of seeking life anymore.
Before, I always anticipate for night time because life there was mischievous, yet careful and fun. Drinks clinks and laughter anywhere. Cold breeze, traffic lights, noisy cars on a busy urban street. Cafes are always jampacked with students. I always reminisce my purple bed with 2 plushies on my old boarding unit. I have a roomate. I miss her actually. Our room was designed with fairy lights with a bohemian tapestry on the wall. We have our own seperate tables for our own seperate stories.
The smell of rain during the start of the semester. The yangnyeom chicken on the lobby. The places where I left traces of memories. I miss drinking with my friends, getting wasted because of stress. It was joyful. I hate the mornings because I had to wake up after a 4 hour sleep.
I graduated. I began to learn, that nights became depressing and lonely. My demon is my friend. She always says that I'm too weak for reality. Yes, I know. I have always been. I'm just acting I know everything but the truth is I lack everything. I succumb to my dark thoughts and now I'm truly devastated. I've always been awake when everybody is sleeping. I reached out to an outlet where I can release this tension, but it didn't last. I have no motivation nor inspiration to continue. I just grown to like it, but will never become my passion to live for it.
The perk of staying up all night is that you could witness the break of twilight. When the sun had risen, you can feel the light. The morning breeze is invigorating. The smell of nature induces serotonin. I began to love mornings. I forced my sleeping pattern so I can wake up in the morning.
It felt great. It felt refreshing. I feel alive. Hearing the birds tweeting. Ducks wagling. Dogs barking. Cats purring. Leaves dancing. I make breakfast for my family and I felt so happy. I felt like I have a purpose. Sipping my coffee in the midst of morning air.
But then again, I just couldn't help to feel sad. Things reset and here I am again. I felt that as if even I wake up with the sun had risen or the night has fallen, I feel hopeless. No goals. No aims. No purpose. Just void, lurking.