again, the switch has flipped in my mind
something blew a fuse
and I'm left sitting in the dark
wondering if the ceiling is still there to stare at
and if it isn't
the night sky will do fine.
again, the switch has flipped
and my thoughts present themselves differently
slower, darker, like a river of tar
and I let it take me
because there's something calming
about this river.
again, the switch has flipped
and deep in my mind
I know rapids lie ahead
a waterfall maybe
beautiful from afar
but deadly if you're in its midst
again, the switch has flipped
but I never try to flip it back
I always liked the dark of night
even though it scared the sh*t out of me.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
again, the switch has flipped in my mind
something blew a fuse
and I'm left sitting in the dark
wondering if the ceiling is still there to stare at
and if it isn't
the night sky will do fine.
again, the switch has flipped
and my thoughts present themselves differently
slower, darker, like a river of tar
and I let it take me
because there's something calming
about this river.
again, the switch has flipped
and deep in my mind
I know rapids lie ahead
a waterfall maybe
beautiful from afar
but deadly if you're in its midst
again, the switch has flipped
but I never try to flip it back
I always liked the dark of night
even though it scared the sh*t out of me.