the night is a black day
shadows fill up corners
pick up stones on a moonlit beach
hear the waves screech
night is a fugitive from everything
that feels good
makes you question your head
god don't let me go back there again
it was just makeshift walls
and monkey cages
icecream saturdays and vast
impassive miles of time
can you make a child cry?
I'm cold and lost inside
night is tomorrow already here
a place angels fear
I want you with me
take me as close to the clouds as you can
I have the dreams of gods but the
frailties of man
and lord how I miss the kiss of sunlight.
Friday, October 21
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