Where do your thoughts go..?
When it’s dark, and it’s late and the rain beats a rhythm on the window and in your head. And your heart.
Where do you go..?
Where do your dreams take you..?
When sleep frees your mind, and the power of your will can’t stop your thoughts from going to all those places you forbid them to go. With your heart.
Where do you go..?
What seeks your soul..?
When you dare to seek with freedom, and space, and with awe and with wonder you wonder. What’s out there? For me. To see. To feel. To be. With me.
What do you seek..?
Night rain. Pleasure and pain.
Where do you find to hide..?
When the hurt and the pain, of memories past and future fears gang up, sneak up and assault you with their bitter sweetness. And loss.
Where do you hide..?
What do you use to buffer the blows..?
Of the mountain of memories in a lifetime’s accumulation of regret and disappointment. Bad decisions. Missed moments. Could’ves. Should’ves. Thought I would’ves. Didn’ts.
What do you use..?
Where is your comfort and light giver..?
Between the dark and the dawn, when the demons are restless and clutch at your limbs, seeking to drink from your last remaining vestiges of hope. Draining. Shrinking. Empty.
Where is your comfort..?
Night rain. Pleasure and pain.
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