Edge of the night
As night starts our minds turns to liquid of memories of before. What might be the heat of the moment turns sour to one’s mind. Eyes open eyes closed but forever awake with the edge of the night comes near. Will the next night be like the last or will it be the last night one see the light. As one night can be forever or forgotten.
The mind forever working while still. One’s heart can replace the one’s mind. Eyes open eyes closed. Awake at the edge of the night. Forever in the loop of dark and light. Eyes closed as the edge of the night comes to an end.
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