Monday, January 16, 2012


I missed the night.
It's been a long time since I've lived the nocturnal lifestyle, and I think I'm falling back into it again.
There's something magical in the evening, especially the silence of  those late hours when all other life has drifted into slumber. The intimacy of night is something I had forgotten; the glare of the sun had drained it out of me, but now I feel more awake than I have in months. I feel invigorated and ready to explore and create.

Smoke rises to the roof
To give a little tease
Ashes fall from my lips
And dust the lettered keys

Again, thank you.

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