Writing

Things sound different at midnight, 

the dark is so much lighter, 

 the noises so much louder. 

Every creak causes a jump. 

The way we can laugh

The way we're so at ease

The way I can't stop looking at you

The way I can feel you

Next to me

Like I'd be happy wherever I can have this

The way we can grab each other's hands

I'm not scared of the dark

I don't trust it

I don't trust what it could reveal

I'm not scared of the dark

I'm scared of my mind

I'm scared of the games my brain plays 

I'm not scared of the dark

The stillness,

before the clouds collide and

the thunder and lightening starts.

The moment where the city 

seems to stop all its bustling

just before a storm.

The couple of seconds that

There's a rope swing

all the way back in the woods.

I forgot it was there.

I took you there,

do you remember?

Yesterday we read quotes my mother kept from when my sister and I were little.

The car spun 3 times

before crashing into the barricade.

Our car.

We were okay, me and my family.

We were unscathed.

Thank goodness.

It was all a blur.

It might as well have been a dream.