When All of Life Is Asleep
i like this quiet time when all of life is asleep but me
it gives me time to reflect on everything that defines my life
however there are some times like this when i blank my brain and do not think at all
that gives me time to clear my head and maintain my sanity when i am a half a step away from insanity
in both instances, i say silent prayers as medicine for the wholeness of me
it is in this instance when i set myself free and truly vent to a real, definitive listening ear
when i am done, i fall asleep in the always waiting arms of a nothingness called alone
nevertheless, i refuse to feel lonely
i prefer to feel the warm and soothing light of joy, and despite it all, that is more than alright with me....
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