Moonlight lit thoughts…..
dive into midnight pools of thought
lost within the perception or depth
we go in deep waters to find it,
only to be reminded of why… 58 more words
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One July night, when the moon was full, Doctor Archie was coming up from the depot, restless and discontented, wishing there were something to do. He carried his straw hat in his hand, and kept brushing his hair back from his forehead with a purposeless, unsatisfied gesture.
the night is for more than just falling apart…unless you do it together…so for a time you can forget…for a time you can feel pleasure…for a small time the bustle of the night feels ok and right…lights, conversations, venues…then…all slumber and the night becomes something grotesque and unfathomable..the minutes pass so slowly, slowly, as if that could describe it…all is blackness and jelly…eyes that see what a mouth cannot speak…