Dreams of rest
Dreams of rest The quiet of the night screams. All of the things forgotten in the light of day. Every stone left unturned flipping in unison to show truths Fires from the past reignite, threatening to burn. The shell softens from weight falling from stories up. To smash, crush, obliterate all the lies told. Is the third eye open? Seeing beyond sight or just peering. Staring, waiting for something to be worthwhile at 3:09 AM.