Sometimes the night acts as a cloak, covering the thoughts and hushing the sounds. But sometimes the night acts as a void, waiting to swallow me whole. I approach the night delicately with caution. I want it to be my friend, and I want it all to end.
It’s the sobering sight and sound of rain that floods my mind with memories of you. The raindrops melt against my skin and camouflage the tears I wipe away. The sky weeps and as do I For the love I had, the love I lost and the love I search for in the subtleties of life.
I am a misfortuned soul. Here to please, here to fight. But it’s beginning to take its toll. I am a lover, a monster and a disheveled mess. I can promise you one thing, I need rest.