Good night To me, these two words feel like the vast sky Darkness, but not hollow Black but not bitter Far but close enough to wonder Is it reachable? Can feelings get so real, that they become tangible? A spacious bed for me and my thoughts to sleep in Head above my pillow and a question above my head Insomnia feel like drought because all I do is look up, thinking Will it ever, ever come? The nights know me well I was a frequent by-passer but now I am no stranger A boy who grew up living with sharks does not need to be taught how to swim It is more likely for swimming to come to him naturally I wasn't told to write but these nights made it come to me naturally Bare with me Just some late-night scribbling haha

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