Into the Night

I bet there is a cricket
In my hair
For it is unusually quiet
In my head at the moment
And this unfamiliar buzzing
Is somehow reassuring,
And the off-white glow
Of the moon fails to stir
Any woebeogone emotions
As I walk without a purpose
Into the night
That feels like velvet
Against my skin;
I do not feel strange
When weird things happen,
Because life is too mystical
To make sense all the time.

©Aaysid

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Robert Frost

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