The day breaks and I feel alive.
The sunlight touches my nose and waking up at 4:45 am is suddenly worth it.
But the darkness is creeping in.
I take out my pen and my sketchbook and set to work.
I breathe and let the darkness in.
Black words scratch the fresh canvas, my hands tremble.
I can't breathe anymore.
I slam the pen down, and I close the sketchbook.
Just another entry.