Mornings

I remember that morning more than any other.

I woke up to the sound of a silent death. There were words unspoken, and things unsaid. Love and hate lingered the air. And to awake to something that is not really there, but only in your dreams. Only in your head. The unimaginable feeling when your heart pounds and your hope disappears. But only because things are no longer clear. You know your life has changed but you can’t accept it.

Because all it took was one morning..

And boom.

You have to start over.


(Source: awkwardsituationist)