November 21, 2011

Moon Lit Thoughts

I lay quietly.
Listening to the sound of my breathing.
A black cloak surrounds me.
The only light coming from the moon outside my window.
Thoughts zig zag back and forth through my head.
Dying.
Living.
Dreaming.
Loving.
I'm afraid to go on.
Afraid to see what will happen tomorrow.
And the days to come.
Afraid to dream grisly dreams.
Dreams that no one should have to see.
Afraid to love you.
Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I don't want to mess it up.
I turn over onto my side.
Hiding the moon from my view.
Thoughts zig zag through my mind.
But I know how to silence them.

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