In the Thick of

No Sooner in the Long day, i get hearfelt with the tenderness of being in Love and ecstatic by the touch i fondle.

Then ,
The night, i Crib over my Sorrows, encompassing by the pillows.
i Cry out within, being desolate to the reason of People Leaving.

All i wander is.

Why is there a thing like Eternal rest ?
Arent birthday's enough.
Why is there a Dark day.?
Grey is never the Colour i like.

Why is living "with "Simpler, and "without" Harder?

This Discord of Pain and Joy.
Makes me resent ,where all i Pace.