An Ordinary Wednesday

It's late here in Carolina and the crickets are chirping their annoying song, yet I am oddly comforted by the sound of continuance My home is unbearably quiet these days and I'd go inside to address her silence with song or tv if it weren't for the walls, memories hang like ivy from every angle eyes can see perhaps it's time to overlay Besides the stars are celestially inviting with that twinkle in their sky, giving hope to wishes unbelievers even deem real, but my pen is inside where inarticulate dreams reside waiting for me to save her from becoming one with the scenery