28 Mar 2014

Night falls, where serendipity has a home in the careful darkness.

Night falls, time that stands still, yet things happening everywhere.

Night falls, these little dooms we have grown used to, and ignore.

Night falls, and I light a candle by which to see myself, and wonder.

Night falls, dreams to intrude, entering the world through our hands.

Night falls, and I hold steady for a time, not to buckle before dawn.

Night falls, and nothing exists, and we are all ghosts in a ghost world.

posted by John H. Doe @ 8:58 pm

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