Deep stories

during the night, the world had

ended our comfort level, and when our

easy life finished dying we had

placed far too much trust in the

empty midnights that every house

remembers when waking up to,

some days remind you how much

the night is where you prefer,

on those occasions you ponder the sorrow of

realizations you have never gotten over, confused

instances of a far more innocent year,

evade the crushing desire to

stay far away once you go on vacation,

numbers never have as big an impact as lessons,

organisms of every sort learn instincts;

when will humans learn thier consequences?


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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