What a dark little room I sleep in
Not a scary dark,
But a quiet dark
Save the light whirr of a computer fan,
Or the humming of a refrigerator,
And I’m up.
But why am I up?
It’s this heart of mine
You see, it used to keep me up
Because of heartache and grief
It used to wake me with the feeling of emptiness from troubled thoughts
It used to wake me and further make me verify that my existence was a lonely one.
But not tonight, no
Tonight I wake not for a broken heart
Not to remind myself I’m alone
Not to live in any form of depression.
I’m awake tonight because for once,
My reality is better than my dreams.