and it will never be the same

Getting all nostalgic. It's those early hours of the morning, the hours of complete silence that let me know I am blessed. It's that feeling you get when you know you're going to leave a place and when you come back it will never be the same. The kind of silence that makes you want to lay still and hold time and space in that light before the sun creeps through and washes across the room. It's a slight feeling of sadness mixed with relief that I am addicted to. It lets me know I care, that I'm changing.