Thoughts from the Obscurity.


Nobody, nowhere, no one knows

the night

like i do.


Black, beautiful, broken

a sky

  shining and hiding.


See, don’t you?

See the stars...


And all the parts that are in between.

   Like the bitterness of people born;

the brightness of dreams.


The night.

Hiding, haunting, holding

you captive with her

endless entirety.


Watch as the words you think

in your deepest,

most desolate contemplations

   fly fast to her.


The night.

Who nobody, nowhere

no one





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