the night is a color much like ash. thick and grey like the fog i drove through on my way home. i was near the ocean earlier, driving through wavy roads, wanting to touch the reeds. the leaf was a miscellaneous object soon to nest in pocket then hung barely like unskirted knees. night can be fluorescent like a head ache, leaky drones of a faucet and eyes needing to be scratched. night brings nerves of a break in and wishes of more blanket to have. sometimes it's just dull and jealous of violet, plotting escapades like mad. and sometimes night is sad and lonely with not a friend in the land. usually i enjoy a full night alone with time for whispers and sillyness, happy to fall asleep in the stillness before others realize it's dawn.
forks are hard to admit. i haven't truly been faced with one in awhile.
this is what i look like at night by the way... like some basketcase who is kidnapping herself.
what are you listening to lately?
catching the melody in everything is so sweetly exhausting.