Its dark outside.
only the glare from the street light
depicts the plants from the street
as its light cuts through tiny crystals
falling from the sky
like miniature lighting bolts.
Thumping down on the tin roof above my head.
its calm and gentle, soothing to say the least.
beautiful in the most simple way.
yet accompanied by an alarm
which insists little children jump into bed
with frightened eyes and trembling fingers
and parents turn off the electricity.
My eyes feel heavy.
As i'm deliriously staring into space
i begin to fall
engulfed in egyptian cotton sheets
i fall
so deep
so dark
awaiting a response
awaiting a scream
something.
my anticipation was wasteful.
I am engulfed, devoured, nothing can compare to this.
Nothing can pull me out. nothing. especially not now.
Then i wake up, and the world is a beautiful place.
...and i can see you.
You are the street light.
I am the rain.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
Its dark outside.
only the glare from the street light
depicts the plants from the street
as its light cuts through tiny crystals
falling from the sky
like miniature lighting bolts.
Thumping down on the tin roof above my head.
its calm and gentle, soothing to say the least.
beautiful in the most simple way.
yet accompanied by an alarm
which insists little children jump into bed
with frightened eyes and trembling fingers
and parents turn off the electricity.
My eyes feel heavy.
As i'm deliriously staring into space
i begin to fall
engulfed in egyptian cotton sheets
i fall
so deep
so dark
awaiting a response
awaiting a scream
something.
my anticipation was wasteful.
I am engulfed, devoured, nothing can compare to this.
Nothing can pull me out. nothing. especially not now.
Then i wake up, and the world is a beautiful place.
...and i can see you.
You are the street light.
I am the rain.
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