Musings of the night

Jumbled thoughts and ideas

I often wonder to myself while in the blackness of night, why do thoughts and dreams take flight?
Why does anything for that matter?
Can we all not think like the mad hatter?
In these musing of the night I find an appealing light, it keeps me warm and delicate but frail and brittle of the heart and soul.
As I lie in solace and wonder at these thoughts I paint wonderful pictures and drawing of granduer for myself.
Tho I know none of it will ever truly be I continue to have these random musings in the night,
That spawn dreams that take flight.
These random musings of the night haunt me still and they forever will.

Author's Note

I write from what I feel