The Light of Day

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.


Published by sickybeat

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

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