Midnight Song.

It wasn't too late for the thoughts that whispered in my ear. Which were barren of any words, for it was lonely and dark. The night has inflicted its claws. Not threatening was the darkness, just an invitation for the unknown, my journey depicted was not mapped. But as always awaited by my eager eyes.
My eyes closed, in the state of semi-consciousness, I feel it around me, the ghosts that twirl, the inferior jealousy inside of me, even the feel of him against my head and the whispers of my own writing that snake around me.

This is a mere, bunch of thoughts that go through my head either in the middle of the night or during the day when I'm not supposed to have them. Warning it may a couple of adult themes, but doesn't straight up speak about sex.