NightA Poem by Luna CelesteAt night, most minds have shut off like unplugged computers. There is an engulfing silence; the longer you stay aware of it, the more it drags you into its steady stream and wiggles its way into your ears, then your nose and your mouth, filling your head with the bad sort of wonder-- the gnawing sort. if you thought the thoughts of others were scariest, you ought to stay in that silence with nothing but your own.
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Added on December 28, 2014 Last Updated on December 28, 2014 Tags: night, silence, thinking, introspection Author
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