(In Other Words, Insomnia)
This night is mine I think, tonight my night comes alone to me, without her friend the moonlight; wants to keep me company, the darkness says.
I hear the crickets singing outside, and there is darkness all around me.
Can someone talk to me, explain to me about the silence and the loneliness of this night? I have shared all my thoughts and secrets with her, and often she keeps her arms around me, not saying one word.
This darkness of my night, it is fitful, it is angry, and sits in the corner staring at me. She hisses at me; there is madness all around. But this is my darkness, of my lonely night. I will put my head in her lap and try to sleep. I will hide my face in her arms and cry, and the kohl of my eyes will flow along the curves of my cheeks as tears.
This dark night, such loneliness it brings. I think she is sad too, her dearest friend the moon is nowhere to be seen and so it comes to my room and finds solace in my arms.
Sorry about the cheesy post! wink emoticon wink emoticon wink emoticon
Zakiah Sayeed. 2013.