Apr 16, 2012

The Shining

Confused and befuddled, a night arrives
Maybe it’s a new seat you occupy when you look at the moon, 
Maybe it’s the new person in your house
Maybe it’s the lack thereof.
Times when little things that a lot of people have always said
Finally coalesce
And make sense, a horrible amount of sense.
The night when hope disappears

But because truthfully, it was never there at all.

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