Published October 29, 2013 by Amy Elizabeth

When you lay in bed at night,

Do you gaze through your roof at the stars?
Or does the ceiling drag you back to the reality that loses you?
Do you dream of a day when you’ll feel fulfilled?
Or is it more complex than that?
Is every day a farce that only you’re aware of?
Just biding your time until no one asks?
You think you know where you’re at? 
Do you?
Or does the moon carress you as it does the stars?
Like you,
They’re only pure at night. 

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