there's just
Something
about walking
back home
at four
in the morn.
it’s the perfect time of day
for fear, for wonder, and
for everything in between;
it’s the perfect time of night;
to find myself in my dreams, and
to lose myself in my train of thoughts.
but i'm afraid.
i might get lost
in the shadows of the night
in the blackness of my mind
yet
i must walk on
and
i close my eyes
and
i open my heart
and
i breathe
it all in.
it is four.
Light will come
Darkness will cease.
i must walk on.
4.2
there's just
Something
about walking
back home
at four
in the morn,
accompanied by
His drizzles
pitpattering above my head
and drainwater
rushing beneath my feet
and crickets
chirping its wings, somewhere
and lonefrogs
longing and hoping, everywhere.
and
i close my eyes
and
i open my heart
and
i breathe
it all in.
this is
Bliss.
this,
i will miss.