Tonight, before going to bed, think about last night, when you were going to bed. Then, think it as something you did 24 hours ago. 24 hours is a long time. So much can be done in 24 hours.
It's something we already know, and a blow to the head at the same time.

A.S.

The feels that rise within my mind
sometimes I keep them packed inside.
but now I sit and here I write
to vent them free, in this twilight.
Some call me rude and some say shy.
Yes, that's the truth, I hereby lie.
I am no hermit, don't be mistaken
for I am uncouth and slightly shaken.
The profused silence, it is divine
like dots to connect, in bedlam of mine.
Only in tranquility and peace of mind
is when I fathom world's great design.
The more I speak, the less I know
The less I speak, oh, there you go.
I am no different, just as different
as floating lava, amidst the snow.
These words, these thoughts.
They freeze, they burn.
It's like a grand storm
trapped inside an urn.
This quietude is my escape from life
this serene silence I have devised.
This solitude exposed me to the placid side,
that never had I known, until my demise.
But now I sit and here I write,
to vent these words under this moon.
I often lose myself in this
and seldom find myself here too.
A.S.

I walked in, I looked at you.
Into those dark doe eyes.
You passed a grin, it wasn’t meant for me.
That’s when I realised.

I was painting my reality on a skinny sheet of glass.
And all it took was a grin from you to make it fall and crash.

A.S.

The crunch of autumn leaves was the sound of when you smiled.
The rising sun, caressing me like the colors wild.

I wish you had known this but you didn’t have a clue.
The only thing I hate more than waiting,
is waiting for you.

A.S.