four o clocks...

tonight i am completley alone except for the small nightly creature who follows my every step... he is my familiar and lives only for me now... we sit together in the place we met... the place i started out from. it's all familiar, but oh so uncomforting... i fall in and out of love of the peace within the night.. the crimson moon comforts us... he looks out the window, seeming perfectly content while i watch my tears fall onto my wrists... the color of my skin seem so different now... and i fall in love with my skin everyday, and a human would call that vanity and self-absorbance... but really, am I not supposed to love my own tone? i watched the little yellow four o clocks wake up... but it's one in the morning, so i laugh a little on how Mother Nature got a little mixed up tonight. it's amazing to see such small yellow flowers bloom under Luna's guard when they were supposed to wait for Ra. I hear other small nightly creatures roaming through the alley... and I know a man is dying from a gun shot to the head only a few city blocks from this room... how did i ever come to be myself from this place? I feel His arms around me but He is not all here tonight... a part has come to comfort... will i ever really leave? even when I do go I come back... i always end up back where i began... is this all there is?