May 1 ’16
My thoughts are in the shadows.
They’re trying to hide.
But I see them.
I feel them.
They told me they’re comfortable there.
In the darkness.
In the shadows of the light.
They’re sad, cold.
They like it.
I try to convince them to come out.
Get to know the light a little.
They told me they’re not moving from there.
They’re quite happy.
Being sad, where they are.
Hospitable dark keeping them alive.
Sustaining life, reproducing.
Stubborn shadow thoughts.
How can I draw you into the light…
Deep into brainstorms I drift.
Intermittently calculating day and night.