MY

favorite thing about night is how it holds you. How the faintest of lights flickers a bright orange in between the silhouette of stirring trees. I can only help but notice that I talk to stop myself from thinking. That the silence I let surround me on occasions only furthers the continuation of my most indecent feelings. The feelings of being lost in this huge world of darkness. The feeling of looking for the orange light to flicker at the end of my thoughts. After I let the quiet do as it pleases, all I want to do is sleep and walk and think. I feel different all the time.