Nothing was asked of the night except to keep me cradled in the sea of it’s shadows…

Think nothing of me… be non-objective while listening to cries of my anxieties that during my waking moments I am unable to find the words needed to express myself yet when I close my eyes…

The only cause for my parting lips is to exhale…

I dream… I wonder and wander…

Become lost in worlds composed from fragments of every experience in my life that are foreign all the same and I do not wish to be found…

Here where I am hidden from the outside world to see, there is a chill in my bones…

The longing for flesh and blood to insulate this free soul roaming uncharted territories far from home… for the sunlight to warm my skin…

For a new day to take place of the darkness where I was able to leave yesterday behind in the darkness…