Laying still. Listening to the life going on outside. Thankful I am to not be dead. From a dark room at one with the night. I feel a smirk crawl across my face. I’m at peace. As the cool breeze through the windows blows. I breathe. Calm n relaxed I make no sound. Ready for tomorrow to come up. N yet I’m patient in the moment to be. With being alone I’m in luv. To merely exist I found joy. As one individual my mind is the comfort I’ve craved. As I remember me doing this very thing long ago as a boy. As motionless as I can be. Hearing the beauty of it all. Piecing together a sense of now. Right before into a dream I fall.
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