I stare out the window

Glistening in the dark

But there is nothing

Just blackness

The moon doesn’t shine here

And I know I should see

More than just an abyss

But still all the same

There’s nothing more there

And here I’m reminded

But even so I like it

The night is the cushion

On which I stand

Here I don’t have to pretend

Here it’s okay to be sad

So it makes me free

From the brightness of light

And the disguise I must have

To make others happy

The night is accepting

So accept it as it is

Find yourself there

And don’t let the day

Say otherwise, let the dark

Back you up in this fight

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Just something I wrote quite randomly...

updated Oct 27 '11 by ANF