Silent noise.

A night like this one, silent and still, sneaks up on me and plays games with my thoughts. 

1:15, 1:16, 1:17.

The clock ticks and the moments pass: empty, daunting, dream-like. 

Endless doubts and questions plague my mind, but no answers or certainties can calm them; only darkness and shadows are to be found. A distinct heaviness is placed on my heart, an emotion I can never seem to put my finger on, a dread that fills me to the brim.

A prayer escapes my lips, soft but heard, breaking the painful silence. And just like that, faith is restored. My eyelids now feel the weight that my heart did before, and sweet sleep finally overwhelms the soul, somehow saving me from myself.

Photo by Sander Dewerte.