Sometimes I get tired, so tired;
And the lights get a little brighter,
and sounds take on a character
where the vowels are muffled
and the constanants get sharp,
like a stick striking a snare drum.
As it echoes off erratically,
I shrink into my head and wait for sleep,
but before sleep comes,
I enter a world where the world distorts;
and a smile crosses my face
like some invasive river-
this is my favorite part of the day.
When today isn't today anymore
but hasn't yet become tomorrow.
This is my favorite part of the day-
When words hold no meaning or merit,
(which is fine, for often times I find words useless anyways)
and then it all dissapears...
This is my favorite part of the day.
*As always, feedback greatly appreciated, including criticism, as long as it's constructive![]()


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