The smoldering sticky nature of the night. Memories a scrolling, thoughts a running. Sinking into the dark, the clouds and shadows covering the sink. The deafening silence. Human kind down for the count; restless from the previous day fretting over the next. How the dark can swarm your mind with memories. With fear, with love. You can feel the moonlight swerve the direction blood runs inside you. A melancholic tradition as you prepare upon the next time you arise. The many times you look upon the dark and ponder everything and anything. Truly provoked. Lights flashing as your pulse rises, let me make it through another day.
The smoldering sticky nature of the night. Memories a scrolling, thoughts a running. Sinking into the dark, the clouds and shadows covering the sink. The deafening silence. Human kind down for the count; restless from the previous day fretting over the next. How the dark can swarm your mind with memories. With fear, with love. You can feel the moonlight swerve the direction blood runs inside you. A melancholic tradition as you prepare upon the next time you arise. The many times you look upon the dark and ponder everything and anything. Truly provoked. Lights flashing as your pulse rises, let me make it through another day.
