The colors of my daytime breathe a new vibrance and joy that create in each fresh dawn an emotion only expressed in euphoric tears and shouts.
The melodies of my night, alive in the subtlety of candlelight in my insomniac world, ring out more glorious and moving than ever before.
Hopes and dreams that I have collected in my life, strewn about and weather-beaten - creases down the page of a story not written.
Suddenly all within my grasp again, each of them in a constant struggle for the attention of my new, up-all-night, 6 a.m. decision to be a star. (or was it to walk the dog?)
Because, facing the wall, I exist in that place devoid of humankind. Surrounded by my books, ensconced by the light pulsing through the ceiling, I find God. I seek knowledge. And in me is peace.
The melodies of my night, alive in the subtlety of candlelight in my insomniac world, ring out more glorious and moving than ever before.
Hopes and dreams that I have collected in my life, strewn about and weather-beaten - creases down the page of a story not written.
Suddenly all within my grasp again, each of them in a constant struggle for the attention of my new, up-all-night, 6 a.m. decision to be a star. (or was it to walk the dog?)
Because, facing the wall, I exist in that place devoid of humankind. Surrounded by my books, ensconced by the light pulsing through the ceiling, I find God. I seek knowledge. And in me is peace.