Outside smoking a cigarette and midnight and everything seems so clear to my eyes and ears.
The crackle of power transformers overhead joined by the crunch of gravel as a woman walks her dog across the street. The sound of a squirrel rustling through the tree in my neighbors yard. SOmewhere I can hear a TV.
The stars dim and flare in some cosmic dance and the trees stand in black on black contrast against the night sky.
At night I can see so much, hear so much, nothing to cloud the reality of the outside world.
I wish it was so easy to see myself. To know who I am and where I'm going. But for now, I'm in my own night. Lost and yet to be found.
The crackle of power transformers overhead joined by the crunch of gravel as a woman walks her dog across the street. The sound of a squirrel rustling through the tree in my neighbors yard. SOmewhere I can hear a TV.
The stars dim and flare in some cosmic dance and the trees stand in black on black contrast against the night sky.
At night I can see so much, hear so much, nothing to cloud the reality of the outside world.
I wish it was so easy to see myself. To know who I am and where I'm going. But for now, I'm in my own night. Lost and yet to be found.
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