Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness.
This morning, the sunrise was absent of sunlight. The sky is dull and gray. “Joy comes in the morning,” words spoken by the optimist. We cannot see tomorrow, but we can see the change.
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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