The night has befallen, it is the perfect silence that has a intrigued tale. how is it that there is no sense of contentment but rather it challenges to fight each of them everyday giving a cold blooded invite to a murder of dreams, our dreadful hopes etc. This midnight calls for introspection in lieu of the fears that tossle forth as the heart palpitates to prepare itself for another insomniac night
Labels: Hope, Its My Life, Me, Poem, Prose, reflections, Revelation, Words, wounded, Writings