Nightfall again
Heavy eyes
Heavy chest
Come to rest on the edge of sleep
Precipice of consciousness
Fall into a dream
Nightfall again
Heavy eyes
Heavy chest
Come to rest on the edge of sleep
Precipice of consciousness
Fall into a dream
Dominion of dusk
Navy blue, fading out to black
Inky shapes
A shadowy expanse
Mind dancing with the dark
Eyes playing tricks
Quickening the heart
Fear imparts a rush
Waking dream
Dominion of dusk
I used to love the small hours. For a time, I lived most of my life between midnight and five in the morning. The substantial bits, at least. Now I feel quite miserable if I stay up past eleven. To be fair, I was a meth addict back then. I’d rather be early to bed than early to the grave, so I’m definitely better off now.
I didn’t really begin this post with any direction or purpose in mind, but it’s served well in temporarily preventing me from wasting time on social media. I suppose I’ll head back to bed and try to get some sleep. I don’t know if it’s stress that’s been messing with me lately, but I could do with a proper rest.
Hope everyone is doing well. Bye for now.
J.C. “Mongo” Lloyd
Evening bloom takes the eye
Drawing in for night
Quiet garden in the last light
Tucks itself in tight
Time for rest
Bud, beast or man
All sleep to pass the time
All silent in their beds
Pre-dawn specter
A shade against navy skies
Shapeless in the small hours
Soon the enemy will rise
Bright lights
Aural assaults
People wailing
Derail my train of thought
Stark contrast
Seance of the sun
Bound here, in a place I don’t belong
Though I’m always tired, I often find it difficult to sleep. Decided to pass the time with some photography. I’d normally edit the results, but I think a few of the photos stand up on their own. I hope everyone is well, and enjoying their day/night.
Sleep comes in fits
Hours flit by like moths at the window
I gather my thoughts
Spell them out in lights
Similar allure
Eyes from the unknown
Often lost
Denizens of night
Drawn to beacons
These towers of the mind
Souls caught on the wind
At my window, they arrive
Early morning hours, creeping up again
Eyes blurred, heart beats weakly in my chest
Lest I take myself to bed, I’ll surely fade away
Pain will greet me in the morning when I waken out of place
Frayed edges of sleep, caught on thistle days
Pulling at the threads that help me keep my shape
I unravel before the sun
I can’t get past the stress
All the questions in my life
I lay in heavy silence
I find no peace at night
Just the weight of all the choices
Each one set in stone, stark and grey
Ever joyless
I throw myself against them
Breaking like a wave
They wont budge, but I’m relentless
When my will is all but spent
I piece myself together and start it all again
I found myself in a dream
The skies alight with fire
Running through a forest with only one desire
Tired, seeking some respite
A mass of molten rock streaks by, burning with white light
Smiting trees before the landing
Tearing into earth and stone, like a bullet from a handgun
Something knocks me off my feet
The force of the impact scatters birds and beasts
Now the forest burns as the sky does
There’s nothing I can do to escape the violent fires
Explosions break the night
Lost in the trees, running from the light