and so it goes, the day is okay. the day is usually okay. the day is easier for things to feel okay. light temporarily eases the pain and makes things feel okay. then the sun goes down and the cold, hard night lies ahead. everything hurts more at night. the lonliness, the isolation, the depression intensifies at night. the need to forget. the emptiness inside, the longing for something to change, something to feel that isn't the pain that's been there every night that empties the okay of the day.
and then restless, broken sleep arrives, finally. and then the day arrives. and the day, is okay.