It’s two am when I sink deepest into bed. Toss and turn as my thoughts swirl and leave me teetering. I should be sleeping. But instead I spend time worrying. The quiet night calms me at first. But when the silence doesn’t hold, my thoughts get loud. Too loud. I get my loneliest at 2AM.... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: “The Yellow lines on the hallway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren’t, and we knew it. We were running away from something, and running away was never the path to freedom. I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought... Continue Reading →
Words bubbling up,Caught in my throat.Conversations in my mind,No one here to chat. Thinking back to late nights,Sitting on my bed.Only the light of the phone screen,As I talk to you. In the present day, my phone is silent.No notifications. No messages. No texts.You never contact me.But too afraid to contact you. Header Photo Credit... Continue Reading →
Late night wandering.While still lying in bed.Mind racing.Heart just trying to keep up. Thinking of you.Thinking of us.Wishing on every star in the night.Hoping you are watching the sky and thinking of me. The night is quiet.But my heartbeat is in my ears.When will I will fall asleep?So I can see you in the morning.... Continue Reading →
They were safe for the time being. But it was not time to let their guard down. Slowly, Samuel opened the car door, trying his best to not make a sound. He looked both ways down the street. All he could see was... ...the flickering of the streetlights and the small shadows of moths... Continue Reading →
The Moon is out. The air is cold. The silence is all around us. It holds us still. We see our breath dance in the air. A cloud of hopes and fears and dreams. The cold is bound to our bones. We stand in silence. The world is too big. We are too small. Everything... Continue Reading →
Some of my fondest memories, Are of our late night conversations. The conversations underneath the stars, When things got deep and real. When the sun is out, We all wear our masks. We hide our true feelings, Because others might see us. But when the sun is down, We are allowed to bare our souls... Continue Reading →
Allen The Writer 