words trickling from the mouth like water from a rainfall.
we speak what is spoken and hear what is heard.
so much noise.
where is the end?
we see the stars but we don’t understand them.
where can we look or go before we are pulled back into the shadows?
i must run, i must hide from it.
at twilight when no one is watching.
i must seek something more.
find myself and hide it, so they can’t take it.
it’s mine to keep.