23 Sep 2008

Night falls, how small I am when the tiniest star dwarfs me.

Night falls, no dream too dark, no dream too light, whatever may be.

Night falls, and the candle is sometimes in danger of flickering out.

Night falls, somehow the hope against the madness is sustained.

Night falls, and only known to those who run such a mad beating heart.

Night falls, the flavor of darkness an ink to render one asleep.

Night falls, time varying wildly between instants, to turn at will.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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