Silent Night, Stirring Night. All is Wrong. All is Right.

The fact is I'm a shameless idiot. Though I call shamelessness being humble, and I don't expect an approval. But how often would you see a guy sitting on a hectic pavement when its raining? No one saw me cry, another pointless and silent victory. Would you know?

The fact is I didn't want to impose my presence on you. As a child I always thought the butterfly's wings would smudge and tear if I caught it in motion. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction was Newtons Third Law though, and Apples blush sweetly.

I think, I think, I think I cant sleep. The Thoughts just seep so deep. So Steep it Leaps. You Creep In my head.
Then I sink into my bed and i drift carefree for a moment in the ocean. I hear emptiness, subtle emptiness. The Dark Clearness of the Water exists with me alone. The subtlety of the silence rises in a flowing pitch to a single resonant orgasmic note! it sinks and i bask trying to comprehend the strange absolution I felt presently with the intensity of what passes.
And then
She Sings...
Overwhelmed I hesitate and remember to breathe.

The Bed is stubborn and solid. She stole yet another night, how do i fight what is right? Give me your sight and i will sing with you. I wish to sleep with absolution and belong. The Sunrise had stolen me in Disguise though the nights are all I Remember.