A lady in the crowd
Some nights I lie awake, meanwhile my heart is full of an unknown dread. I lay here desperately trying to remember if it was me who left the closet door open. My mind pounding with pure hunger and madness.
For so many years I've tried not to over looks things. Suddenly my 120% is no longer good enough, because the night has always been purer that daylight. Everything becomes more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken today take on a new deeper meaning.