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Nighttime Muse

January 20, 2011
By PassionHoldsMySoul BRONZE, Maplewood, Minnesota
PassionHoldsMySoul BRONZE, Maplewood, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"It is such a secret place, the land of tears."
~Le Petit Prince, chapter 7

I stay up late
And f*** myself up.
Headphones digging into my ears
Drying hair falling around my face
Eyes glazing over at the screen too close
For my own good—it’s a
Only those of us who live by the quiet blackness
Of night
Can understand.
Time is silent and divine
In the wee hours of the morning;
It smells, too, like
Sweet shampoo and the utter warmth
Of a laid-in bed
Human smell
That’s neither good nor bad
Just raw.
These nights are my precious time away
From myself
Hours where I can dream and think and let my head
Without having to worry about anyone else caring.
Endless swirls of fears and
Knuckle-numbing ideas
Materialize in my early-morning brain
Confusing the f*** out of me.
Can’t help but wonder
I’m going to hit the brake.

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