Uncharted wastes
My head spins a million miles per half second. The words spill out of me like lava reaching the surface. Long awaited and demanding all the attention.
Silently I look back into the still raining darkness, I hold onto a hope that tomorrow is kinder than today. Still the morn had begun.
I waited to explore the day because showers I clung to. The necessity to express myself as well as sleep in the peace of the day.
Oh how much sits. Just allowing g me to wade into the unknown. Even though the day has been given I am still grateful of the seasoned times.
The uncharted wastes isn't all bad. Some areas I see the potential. But shh tell no one. For all that learn I have a good sense of humor, will be shocked and incapable of believing the truth.
As the dreaming knocks me back to reality I take a moment to ponder over the scenes played out. A continuous reminder that rain is the best inducing agent for sleep.
The silent thumping of chill binding pellets upon the glass and roof. The softest of kisses that says good night on all the sweetness.
Indeed I am careful how many time my eyes flicker before the last peaceful snooze engulfs me.
Radiantly blues turn to violets. Reflections of the calm inside of me.
Here. One last look at the TV show river monsters before my soul is resting.
Then I say my good night. Until later this early morn.
Silently I look back into the still raining darkness, I hold onto a hope that tomorrow is kinder than today. Still the morn had begun.
I waited to explore the day because showers I clung to. The necessity to express myself as well as sleep in the peace of the day.
Oh how much sits. Just allowing g me to wade into the unknown. Even though the day has been given I am still grateful of the seasoned times.
The uncharted wastes isn't all bad. Some areas I see the potential. But shh tell no one. For all that learn I have a good sense of humor, will be shocked and incapable of believing the truth.
As the dreaming knocks me back to reality I take a moment to ponder over the scenes played out. A continuous reminder that rain is the best inducing agent for sleep.
The silent thumping of chill binding pellets upon the glass and roof. The softest of kisses that says good night on all the sweetness.
Indeed I am careful how many time my eyes flicker before the last peaceful snooze engulfs me.
Radiantly blues turn to violets. Reflections of the calm inside of me.
Here. One last look at the TV show river monsters before my soul is resting.
Then I say my good night. Until later this early morn.
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