Is quiet
The dark of night
Never speaks a word
Even though those eyes
Say so much.
Holding back the mystery of space,
The soul of the night
Each species beyond the sky
A different personality of a single universe,
Mental illness when inconvenient,
Prophetic when it’s useful.
An echo of our universe,
Or it infected by humanity,
Or a language we have yet to understand.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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