"Nights are made for poets/ lovers/ writers/ visionaries/photographers /painters/over thinkers/silent seekers---" (UNKNOWN)
Without fail, every night around midnight I become brilliant (at least to me)
Right now it’s 1:08am
Everything is beautiful.
The idea of tomorrow brings hope and pleasant scenarios. Every distraction is a necessity. No idea goes unexplored.
Somehow my iPod only plays the sentimental songs each of them bringing me back to you…you, just you.
For these few silent hours I am no longer racing against time, I am one with time.
My heart spills onto the page.
The words once stuck in my throat echo into the darkness.
Nothing left unsaid.
Sidebar: I focking love Nancy Wilson, dear God... that voice.