i thought i heard a dog barking but the night was just larger in my awareness like a danger
the night was still silent
the gift of silence, never fully unwrapped
tiredness never enters, my mind decided long ago that wandering in the dark was my forte
somewhere between worlds
alive of course, but never really alive
time being flexible, sometimes full of nothing or else following thought after thought
echoes of thoughts follow
and feelings, drifting like scents on a breeze
living in the silence and the darkness is immortality, at least that's what it tells me, when i listen
not like the blood and heat
or the violent thoughts of daylight
some sort of suspended life, breath measuring the seconds with no other reference points
i imagine the sound in my head
thinking that breathing proves i'm alive
echoes of thoughts in the silence, echoes of silence in my thoughts, and i don't even see