Night

The night always comes slow but unstoppable. With her its darkness and fears. Surrounding me. Be strong. Be brave. Sounds easy, but how to be strong if all that scares me lives inside me, inside my head and my heart.

I can cry myself to sleep or stay awake facing my demons. Sometimes I forget that exists another way.

I try to forgive myself, because some stuff happen and there is nothing you can do. I try to hug me and make myself laugh. I try to love me for my weirdest traits, because I am unique. I try to leave some weight on the past and move on. I try to love a little more and hate a little less. I try to trust myself, because after all the mistakes, I truly believe that I’m wiser than before.

I’m scared of the darkness, but that doesn’t defined me.