Darkness weeping, slowly creeping, along the rough and dusty road,
That moment before sleep, where you’re in between consciousness and sleep. Where for a few moments in time you can forfeit existence and soar free or fall to the depths of infinity.
Watching a streetlight struggle to establish itself amidst the resident darkness of the night. Wandering under its flickering glow, it burns white, blue, green, mother of pearl, beautiful, in an ethereal world of its own.
Lying in bed, at three-thirty in the morning, listening to the rain, whilst you take a smoke upstairs. Spaced out, drifting through my own mind, my body floats. I wish this moment would never end. I am. Simply being is enough.