goodnight all of you
i will miss your lips and your laughs.
now i am filled with typos and
i have been up so late that i am hungry.
my eyes are closing now, and classical piano rattles gently in my ear.
i drift.
ive had a long and lazy day.
hopefully a game of golf tomorrow will do my sore and aching body some good.
i am tired now.
higher and higher notes on this piano played by a stranger can be heard, and the song slows to a stop.
another begins, this one possibly more familiar, slower, different cadence, if thats even a word or the right word to use.
my head hurts a little, but the night has little pity.
its still a few past 4 in the morning.
so i should sleep. i have things to see, places to be, tomorrow.
goodnight for now.
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heaven or hell? - a mindscape
Poetrycollection of original poems. sometimes random scraps and bits of thought. be careful, if you choose to venture further.
