The morning light dragged its fleeting rays into my room as dawn approached.

The sun sat lazily above the window, and the cold walls seemed reluctant to welcome the day. Even my pillow had deserted me, lying crumpled and tired at the other side and carrying the guilt of a restless night.

But.. well, none of these things were the real culprit. 

The morning wasn’t lazy.

The sun was not tired.

The walls weren’t reluctant.

The pillow wasn’t guilty.

I was.

Language sometimes shifts feeling into objects.

We move emotion from ourselves into the things around us, when we no longer have the strength to carry it.

This is hypallage.

When we say: “A sleepless night”

“The anxious silence”

“The restless wind”

The night did not stay awake.

The silence is not anxious.

The wind is not restless.

We are.

When the feeling spills outward, and the environment begins to mirror the inner state.

Hypallage is a figure of speech in Literature that leaks emotion into setting, making the world and things around an extension of the mind.

The room feels heavy.

The road feels tired.

The morning feels like a punishment when we dread the events going to unfold that day.

If we're happy, the same day feels like a blessing as well.

Language transfers the weight.

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