The silence is not nearly as comforting as the music that rings true.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Protection is what I seek,
From the dark blue monster of longing.
Wants and needs are suddenly mixed up,
And as vast and endless as the night sky.
I stare at it as I lie on my back,
Trying to choose which star is most important,
Which one deserves my full attention.
The silence is not nearly as comforting as the music that rings true,
And I let it move through me,
And think about you.

-k