The darkness of the room is all encompassing until you realise that maybe it isn't and with that realisation comes the processing of all the crap that happened in the day, both the good and bad parts.

The feeling of drowning in something that's eats you up from the pit of your stomach that makes you nervous and guilty and so off that you don't know what to do and then you're shifting and nothings helping as you drown in feelings and the shit hand you got dealt by life.

However there's also the good as you recap the being at peace, being content with how things are just then and not wanting to change anything for the world before you're drowning again.

There's the random rush of excitement and nerves for no reason whatsoever as your heart skips two beats and your breathing quickens at a random point during the day and there's the slow contemplation that follows.

There's the feeling of being really excited and so happy and then the realisation that you don't know what to do with those emotions or where they've come from and the thought that no one would want them or need them right now.

Hen the recollection stood and you, for one fleeting moment think you can forget before it's over and you're remembering.