These kind of nights

It's these kind of nights I am afraid of.

Nights where nothing seems to really matter.

Nights where everything's the same and you cannot find reasons to pull yourself together.

Nights where you can hear hopelessness slip through the windows, nothingness drip from the taps,
and loneliness snuggle under your covers.

Not blue, not black, not white. Just colourless nights.

It's these kind of nights I am afraid of.

The ones that remind me of how empty I feel.