Inspiration,...  something that only comes to me in the dead of the night, .. the sounds of the night giving way to thoughts, feelings, - all lost in the blink of an eye, the moment before pen finds  paper, and dreams can be held... 

love, feelings, thoughts, all become one tangled confusion,..  colours, sparks, bright light everywhere, fusing with darkness, moonlight, death, .. destruction.. . 

    that is the time of my dreams,.. dreams in which I can truly be my self, ... express myself in ways I daren't to during daylight hours...  with the stillness of the night as my blanket, and the stars as my guide, the paths are free to roam, to explore, to dream.... 

dreams...


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