Musings@Midnight

Cerulean blue midnights.

Heart broken stars and dreams coming together in an amalgamation of light that pierces your eyes.

Only one thought running through your mind, this is all going to become nothing but a memory.

Something which we will forget, something ethereal. Nothing but a play on shadows, a faint impression of sounds.

And what's the point, things happen, it all changes but nothing ever sticks.

Washing over you like a waterfall.

Apathetic to the core, you watch the play unfold before you.

Why do you feel this way.

Why do I feel this way, even though its still and calm like a hot sunny cloudless day where nothing ever happens.

Holding you cards close to your chest, nobody can tell what deck your holding.

It could be worst.