A deep so profound it pulls
at every fiber of your being.
Your senses strain for a wisp
of light, a photon, but this
darkness is something organic, 94 more words
So, as I start typing this it’s just turned 2:32 in the morning. And I’m not in the least bit sleepy. At all. I’m as wide awake as I was this morning when I got up. 728 more words