The Morning After
There are a lot of morning after's in my life. The morning after Alexander finished filming, the morning after my son was born, the morning after Jared and I spent our first night together, the morning after we got married. The morning after he told me the truth.
The morning after we finished filming Miami Vice, the morning after I found out she'd released that fucking tape. My life is a collection of fucking morning after's. Yet only one hurts, only one of them leaves me feeling hollowed out and stripped and I don't think he even gets why it does, only that it does.
We men are strange creatures, feeling and hiding and lying like we're fucking breathing, unceasingly. There's going to be more morning after's, another collection of them and everything important will be followed by another morning after because the morning doesn't wait for anyone or anything.
In a world where nothing is concrete, the morning always comes.
Words: 161
Muse: Colin Farrell
Fandom: Real Person
Current Mood: 
apathetic