Night.

September 9, 2011 § 17 Comments

It’s one of ‘those’ nights.

When you’re lying in bed, thinking of nothing particular. Choosing from an assortment of thoughts instead.
When the slightest memory of something disturbing brings you to tears. You are THAT edgy.
When thoughts don’t have a pattern, yet they bring out the sadist in you.
When it’s raining outside, and you long to be held.
When the coldness of the room is in starking contrast with the warmth of the tears running down your cheeks.
When you think of Him, and wonder if He thinks of you too.
When your body is numb, and you can’t carry the weight of your own arms.
When your heart is pounding in your chest, and you’re short of breath.
When you can’t decide between the ruins of the past, and the decaying present.
When all you need is Him, or His manifestation.
When you can’t wait to take the leap, and you’re scared of the fall.

It’s one of ‘those’ nights.

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