I had started writing this piece in fragments that slowly, but evidently strung together. I found myself observing and writing these snippets in my moleskine over time, often early in the morning or the lowest hours of the night which explains a bit about the title. It soon came to me that my plethora of thoughts, although highly repetitive, had compiled into something that had meaning. It had been a collection of reoccurring worries and looking back, I realized I often shattered over the same things. This poem was written in such parallelism in detail for solely this purpose. Writing this gave me a certain sense: although the times may be different whether it be worldly time zones or your own set of day & night; some things may linger on, but never forget that one day this lingering will cease you and you will become one with the world in your own portrayal of light.
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