It's always the darkest before the dawn, but when is it the brightest? We never hear such simple words as the brightest always comes after the darkest and the darkest comes before the brightness. Why is that?
I always sat here and wondered and could never figure that out. When dawn comes it's always just a glimmer of shine and then as the day goes on it gets brighter, but there are some days that it's eternal darkness. Can we live in eternal sadness and never eternal bliss?
All these questions plague my mind when the sun sets signalling all the playing is done and it's time to just calm down. So sometimes darkness brings that too? Generally it makes no sense and it probably never will, be it as it may when the suns sets the moon is reflecting the light of the sun to shine down on us as a glimmer.
Do we even have true sadness, or is it just a myth made up for all people to believe? The same goes for happiness, it doesn't naturally exist, emotions were made up to give people something to express to someone that we are upset and that we need someone, or we don't need someone.
At night we lay with our lovers, our loved ones, and our thoughts, sometimes we will even lay with death by our sides. Most of the time, none wake up to the darkest before the dawn or stay up for it even. We lay peacefully with the person of our dreams or just a one night stand, and we make it through.
Sleep is always something that could drive out even the harshest pain, and sometimes it'll make someone relive it. Everything in life is truly a contradiction and it's mesmerizing to find what all it has in store for us, the good, the bad, the so-so. All of it is beautiful, but we have to live our days til the day we die to see all of them.
I find myself some days wishing I was dead, but there is something I need to see and so I force myself to sit up and make my way to the lab that I solely work in all day and all night. My name is Ayn and I am searching for the one in my dreams named Nya.
People say that there is no way that this person is alive but I have a visual, a name, and a person that acknowledges him in my dreams. Always calling out to me asking if I am Nya. I need to meet this person, I need to see the person that must act, look, and talk exactly like I do.
The machine that my hands had danced on many of times was in front of me and there was only one more button to be pressed before I would get to see Nya. I had tried this a number of times before and I was almost positive this time it would work. As I pressed the last button a noise sounded out and I found myself just standing there.
Sighing as I saw yet another failure I left the lab and went home, only to find a dark haired male in my bed, in my house, and in my life. Who the hell was he? I asked myself, I went to nudge him and I stopped myself... my key had worked on the door, but as I had entered there had been a different name on it, Nya. The person of my dreams, in a house exactly like mine. This wasn't what I was expecting. Not even in my wildest dreams.