These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Taking words and turning them into visual scenarios

These crickets at my window,
they whistle every night
They help me fall asleep
With-out any light
Because we all know
That when the darkness falls
Every little sound scares you
Like the settling of the walls.
Because the night-time haunts my nightmares
Keeping me up; alert
my eyes get heavy but I stay awake
Sleep is such a flirt
So when the sun melted down today
And fell behind those hills,
I was ecstatic to hear those crickets singing
That i didnt need my sleeping pills.

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