1. the world looks different when shrouded in the 3 am streaks of
moonlight. somehow sharper and more real; my actions are
amplified and displayed in an elegant show of monotony and madness
2. midnight holds all my secrets, in an infinite state i can only reach
when my restless brain shrieks blue and scarlet in longing for the morning.
my lies that learned to love the darkness
3. the mind is full of voices, tumbling through when all i wish is to do is
escape to the world of my imagining. doubts and murmurs, fears resurfacing after years
in the dust of my subconscious – they scream to me in the silence i do not dare to fill
4. the dark is a dangerous place. it fuels despair and makes my clearest moments fuzzy and guilt-swollen. it lives to isolate – great shrouds paint those i thought i knew in
tortured colours. and it is sweet and aching with the threat of morning
5. in those few desperate hours
before dawn prevails and routine continues
i feel most alive
Wow. I feel ya' (even though it's not half as bad as what you're going through). The voices in my head! It's like I'm hearing them all the time, like I'm talking to myself or something.
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paperbird
THIS IS SO GOOD I'M SPEECHLESS
--RosieOnTheRun (from reality)--
Beautiful.
~Kate T
'Monotony and madness' wonderful use of words.
LackingASocialLife
This is the most poetic and beautiful thing. What a blessing to come out of insomnia! I relate to your pain <3
.audrey michelle.
Wow. I feel ya' (even though it's not half as bad as what you're going through). The voices in my head! It's like I'm hearing them all the time, like I'm talking to myself or something.
RainAndSonder
Wow, you've really captured the feeling of the nighttime. Great job!