sevengraphs

The wind is rustling through the trees So loudly, that I waited to hear if it had began to rain. It has not. Despite what I saw by the clouds. It is night time. Darkness has overtaken the world. It holds me close, as I find myself once more. A cycle, I think. I want to break it. I do not want to sleep anymore. The comfort of darkness is what I see When I lie awake. Dreams will not come to me anymore. There is nothing left to desire. The wind has left and so has my heart. There will be no dreams left. I want reality. I will make reality. In this world of storms and calms Of light and darkness Of happiness and sadness I wil