Stayed true to the things I knew when I was younger
And food and love was all but left to hunger
It’s when I stray from the truth as I grow older
Too much leaves an empty hollow hunger
I think about you on a moonlit night
And all the stars all seem to weep
When there’s so much love to lose
There’s never any time for sleep
Peaceful, serene nights surround my hectic days. The daytime is full of stress and strain; I don’t sail through them softly by any means, and the nights are a welcome reprieve. Tonight my emotions are in knots, though, for no reason I can discern… It seems to be something akin to the Sunday night longings I habitually fall into, but this is a Tuesday night, well, Wednesday morning. I don’t know.
Everyone and everything is far, far away.