At night while in bed
You lie awake with dread But dream sleepy head Can't Sleep. I just can’t sleep Can I Call? No not today... I'm At My Limit. My head hurts Will it ever stop? School is fine right now But my heart isn't I'm at my limit
Onions peel off
Layers by layers In a disarmingly Bittersweet way. It's like personas Beguiling Their players, Let crusty skins Come over Eventually. As ****** moths Flickering, Tenderly knitting A warm deadly Nightshade Over the moon. It's like everyone Mingling, Eagerly laying Crosses over naughts In a human Para bellum.
it's at night -
when the world is still, when the only sound echoing through your mind is the ticking of the clock, when everyone is asleep - that things really start to feel more alive than ever. - v.m
my thoughts are alive at night and i hate it.
The day lights are turning down
a dark citrus sky 4: 38 pm, just as predicted The clouds are orange with snow Rain jacket polyester pants beanie Where are my gloves? I'm going for a walk. Uphill towards the woods it seems my feet are one step ahead of me my legs know where to go I know there are no lights to guide me. I know Jesse said there was a bear yesterday, just down the street. I know I have no protection. But I'm at the edge of the woods now and I feel them beckon Is it the trees? Is it me? I have to walk this path. I can feel each step slower more hesitant than the last My stride, stalling I'm getting closer my eyes scan the darkness frantically producing shapes of beasts that aren't there I have to walk this path. I flip my hood onto my back I need to hear. I stuff my beanie into my pocket I flex my ears to listen. Every sense is at attention. Is that my heart beat? Far enough, I decide. I stop to see slow-falling snow. A forest of dusky pines wavering in the wind. A swirl berry sky. My fear has turned to wonder. My eyes are that of a camera each blink- the shudder of a snapshot. I stop and look back three times, on my way out swearing to never forget how exhilarating it is to be alive. I have to walk this path.
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