nightlight1220

Imagine Everything Is Backwards

I just want to be

With the night.

 

Quietly write.

 

Just float in space,

And feel misplaced.

 

Weightlessly fly.

 

Gather letters and words,

Sounds that taste like rain.

 

Voicelessly sing.

 

Carefully calculate

Senselessness.

 

Condense the expansion.

 

Melt it into an ice cube

And swallow it whole.

 

Shut in the out.

 

Turn on the dark,

Greet each subtle whimsy,

As I dangle from the edge

Of a crescent moon.

 

...and swoon

 

I want to be with the night.

Alright?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Imagining anything I want is backwards. 

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