Lights are dancing on the walls at night,
flickering shadows talk to me.
The silence is too big to handle,
it suffocates us all in.
And the writing of it,
brings the sleepless tension back.
Can the past hear my whispers?
Can it read my lines?
Dropping love in the dark
I wouldn’t trade this silence for the world.
The morning’s light breeze
wards off the endless thoughts.
Keeping my mind busy
is all I can think of.
(Photo: Lights. Samsung Galaxy, Edited with VscoCam App)