when the night comes

14/07/2010 § Leave a comment

Being everything and only one thing

Existing in one space without time to think about the who and the where

When fear evaporates and leaves a filmy residue that tickles your tongue

It makes me weepy to believe in something that lies beyond

The touch and the inner stir of something deeper

Seeing a shooting star and only wishing to not ever wish again

The mind melting and oozing with nothing

An indescribable sentiment of not wanting anything and everything

The spaces in between the living and the dead

The free and the carefree

Heart wrenching and beating and fearing and wanting

For nothing at all

You’re only dreaming

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