Slinking Into The Dark

Here's another day,

Shorter than the one before,

Slinking into the dark hours of the night,

And bringing up all the feelings,

From the back burner to the front,

As if they're done being slow cooked.

Here's another day,

Busier than the one before,

Slinking into the dark hours of the night,

And bringing up all the questions

From all the situations,

As if they're still unsure of why is everything happening?

because it's meant to happen. the way it is happening.