It’s a quiet quiet night.
A deserted night. Day is no more.
The light flickers unevenly. Just when it seems like the light will dance across
the room; brightening even the most dim and shadowy of corners; the darkness envelops
all waves. Now, there is no light and no
sound to be heard. Blind. Deaf. No direction. Lost.
The dulled mind numbs the body. Feelings evaporate. Melancholy rains and bathes the world. The drops whisper, “Stand akimbo. Do not fight.” Acquiesce. Acquiesce. Acquiesce. Eyes close.
It’s a quiet quiet night.
