01:01am
In the Darkest hour I feel my inspiration, at a time when all is still, when all the people I know lay deep in dream... I lie awake with words of incongruous meaning, all in my Humble Abode - my Mind, they float like a feather falling from the bluest Skies... with the softest Touch from my lips I express my Mind, my World - my Soul.
01:30am
Run wild with me as a simple Word paints a picture in your Mind; sets you free from law, allowing you to create your own.
01:12am
In my Early hours I see my Fears, I see my Pain, when all lie and sleep, I Wonder where I will be in the End...
01:45am
I test my Thought, I test my Will, I test my Courage, I test it all with a simple Tear, shed in the Dark for only me to see.
01:35am
HELLo...
HELLo...
alone...
The Word echoes in my head like a beating drum, alone alone alone alone, alone.
My own Prison in this small Dark room.
02:00am
I realise now how your Mind is your worst Enemy, it can make the smallest of things that has a Memory attached to it Haunt you.
1:52am
I look at the Empty side of my bed... there was once Warmth, Comfort, Solitude in a word - now lies the Empty, Undented side of a Cold, Ruthless bed.
14:09pm
All Bits by Bits of a Mind swollen from Thought. I Wonder if all that goes unsaid will lead this Mind to Insanity.
bits by bits of a mind
jason paul friedman
