Sunrise

The night is running through my veins, like a heart attack, but slower. I can feel the smoke that I still haven't lighted up in my mouth, as dry as it can get. Then, I know that the sun may come up soon and sometimes I have a smile to welcome her, other times, I don't. Sunrises are my favourite part of the day, though I don't see them often. I'm the kind of girl that only watches a sunrise when the night is over, instead of at the start of the day. For me, sunrises can be a beginning, but much more of an end, a beautiful end in the middle of a mess.

The lightbulbs in my room like to go insane every few months, and I got used to it. I know that those lights won't last long, and I have to change them every once in a while. Maybe their energy gets dried out easily here, maybe I'm just nostalgic about endings even when I like them. But there's this perfect moment, right before the sunrise, when the cold is a little bit heavier and the world a little bit quieter; and you can feel the dew on your skin. It's a caress and a chill at the same time, just like all the best things in life.

I had to learn the hard way that not everything you love is going to stay, even within yourself; and not everything you hate is here to cause you pain. And when my path became harder, I knew that I had to become my best friend. When times were difficult, I was never without a hand to hold; when there was a starry sky I could always have a smile to look up for. But there's a middle point, between me and myself, that regenerates every time a sparkle becomes a fire, and knows how to save me; more than the hand that holds me, or the eyes that smile at me. Because when even the days are dark, and loneliness is the roof above my head, I know that I have to be my best friend.

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The sunrise is my best friend.