its night

its night
the sky
is tearing open
it strikes
and light
is searing in

the breeze
becomes
a sudden gale
its cold
the dark
begins to weep

colours and lights and odd little things
bells and whistles of small little things
folding in on themselves
collapsing into themselves
drawn into my heart
to try to fill the void

the room glows white.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

out.