At night when the world slows down just a bit, the silence can overcome me.

Sometimes so much that its suffocating me.

And I pray to find a way, a light, a hand, in this chaos of land.

But i only remember the times of my past joy and the many mistakes I've made at hand.

Him,her,me,you,all.

Imagery of color and melancholy scattered through.

Slow falling tears like pained rain drops.

The truth of it all dearly hurts.

But the loneliness is far worse.