Between Sunday and Monday

I feel as if we are in that twilight time between life and death
A hung moon and night’s waning
That gray time in dark of night
When you are simultaneously aware of the coming sun and unsure that you will make it alive till then
Because this ends
One way or another
In hope, soon
Though long held pessimism says likely not
And we will plunge into deeper night
But even that will end
There is a hopeful fatalism in endings
At every end there is a moment of doubt
Right before something new begins
If darkness should fall
Remember
That’s just one ending
And what begins now is a choice we make together
As it ever was

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