| |
| Night Falls 6 | 1:39am thursday, 9th february |
Night falls, and all the smaller lights suddenly become important.
Night falls, and things do not fade — quite the opposite, some things become much clearer.
Night falls, and it is as if the air were filled with the most ephemeral ink, ready to write.
Night falls, and life steps back for a moment, wonders at the stars.
Night falls, and it is as if I desire less than in day, as if I know better what I have.
Night falls, and I never want to fall asleep, though in the morning, I never want to wake.
Night falls, and I find I desire to be saved, looking for light only when it is in short supply.
|
| |
|
|
