Don't Sleep Through The Night

I spent many nights on the concrete slab
of the patio avoiding the 2am dew in the
cool grass.

I shivered and wandered and sometimes
wept with the wind and the stars as the
rain fell upon me.

It was a place to be raw and natural,
away from all of the faces and the voices
and the looks.

There is no place at night that I couldn't
feel myself, that I didn't feel alone.

For once I felt like I belonged, even if I
belonged to nothing but the grass between
my toes and the glaring moon reflecting in
my eyes and my soul and my being.

That is enough for me.

Reviews

[isus]

yes! this is so familiar. and beautifull

[Alexandria Miller]

Thank you! I'm glad you like it.