and.then.nothing

there is a feeling that night brings.and i rather like it.denial can be a wonderful tool.or it can be very harmful.emotions have their use.and i continue to use them.as they use me.i remember how naive i used to be.oh, the days.but it left a sort of hope.i seem to have lost nowadays.but acceptance fills.what hope cannot [anymore].and i'm ok with that.but as i write these words.i feel a part of myself dying inside.i'm too numb to feel it right now.and denial comes at the most convenient of times.so as my emotions (or lack of) use me.i will use them.for nothing is better.than an effective fault.and an ineffective dream