Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Written 2 years ago but I still love it
As I take a drag of this cigarette, the wicked smoke burns my lungs. The air is calming and cool. There is a smell of damp wood. The motion of the leaves battling each other in the wind is a sweet harmony to my ears. It helps me forget that I am alone. It is a song of the night. The dark sky brings me back to memories of childhood, laying in bed with the soft patters of the raindrops hitting the window. So safe, so comfortable. The heat of the night feels so pleasant with cool gusts of wind sneaking in with the warmth. I look towards the sky and breathe deep. The breath is intense as the sky lights up fierce with rolling thunder behind the flash. No thoughts of loneliness, hurt, anger or fear can hold a candle to the bliss of this night. I am not alone, I have the air. I am not scared, I have the trees. I am not tired, I have this enchanting sky. A smile appears upon my face as I see a rock turn its bland color of gray to a mysterious shade of black when the water hits it. Please last forever, this night.
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