the night has this odd effect,
of intrusion and introspection.
darkness creeps on object
the corners of mind,
the point where
i recede into myself, sometimes.
most nights,
soul search and reflect,
introspect.
thoughts and ideas
jump and leap around,
until they are exhausted and
thought through and through
through.
that thinking idea
bouncing
aides a discovery
of wants, desires,
struggles and
arbitrary musings.
maybe that’s the blessing of night.
an internal fight,
a tiny little idea
that catalyzes a period
of self reflection.