The night is calm… without the city’s traffic and the laughter of the neighbors. I am not alone. I am not in a deep slumber. I am not dreaming. I am not painting. I am just listening… listening to the crickets of the night. It’s funny how without the crickets there would be complete silence.
The night is calm… without the bad thoughts of the past and the howling of the dogs. I am not rich. I am not singing. I am not listening. I am just watching… watching the moon from afar. It’s funny how without the moon light there would be complete darkness.
The night is calm… without the internet and my phone. I am not lost. I am not poor. I am not forgotten. I am not watching. I am just thinking… thinking about the time before he left. It’s funny how without him there is both silence and darkness….