Night times offer peace that seems unparalleled. Perhaps because it shows us lights that we can move towards making us feel we can escape the darkness if we choose. Or perhaps because it offers a darkness similar to what lies within each one of us and we can finally succumb to the darkness gnawing at our insides.
The world must know about this never stop circulating it!!!!
lmao on the edinburgh zoo site it says “there is a daily penguin parade at 14:15 but it may be cancelled last minute as it is a voulntary parade, we do not coax the penguins with food, and they may not want to go out” lmao anarchopenguinism
No one cares. No one notices. I’ll always ask hem when their upset but no one ever does the same. As I lay there crying myself to sleep I hate the fact that I hide my emotions and thoughts. I hate that I can’t even say “hey I’m not feeling to well can we chat?” Instead I’ll bottle it up or put on a smile as they talk about something and I’ll make them laugh and smile not telling them the moment they leave the loneliness will embrace me and I’ll break down in tears.
Sharing one pillow…
a hot summer’s night
with the sweat of passion
cooling on skin—
starlight through a window
reflecting in her eyes
as heartbeats slowed.
Sharing one pillow…
her smile made him say
he felt heaven on earth
in her arms.
With the sweat of passion
cooling on skin
as her fingertips
played on his back
tracing circles
she asked when
he had become so romantic.
Looking into her eyes
past the reflection
of glowing starlight in her eyes,
deep into her soul
where her true self lay open
he confessed
with reasoned sincerity
it was when
he’d found her.