The space between The night and day The middle ground that does not stay In the day, the shining sun pierces through my squinting eyes. Heat burns my thoughts and melts my integrity, as my body slowly fries. In the night, the moon does naught, to warm or light my soul As the canvas covers all leaving me blind and lost in the cold. I cannot live, in blinding brilliance, or disparaging darkness. I prefer those perfect minutes when the world falls to a still when the cicadas are in bed but before t … (read more)
