What is it about the night time that I adore?
Something about my drowsiness that helps me think straight.
There is no longer a day to worry about, or a plan to ponder upon.
It is the time of rest…or at least should be.
It is also a time of silence
as one sits
At least the nights are hot, and one wouldn’t even wish to ask for someone to lay closely.
“Maybe”, she said.
Uncertainty has set in.
Pricking like a pin.
Its like when someone keeps ingesting all these toxins.
Eventually the body starts to cringe
from the inside
Tonights song on repeat: