just a long night to spend. (and an old poem)

14^th April 14, 2015.

It’s almost close to midnight. I started this post writing about choices. The choices we make and the freedom we have. But I just deleted it. I never do that. If I start writing something, I make sure I complete it and post it up. But not tonight, I suppose. It was, in my personal view, too much personal and informing about me. I try to refrain from doing so, something that I have been reminded about every now and then. Me being too quiet about myself. Oh well, won’t it be much more wonderful if one finds on their own rather me telling?

Since I won’t be writing that blog, I might as well write something else. How about…

Hush now,

sleep!

it’ll be over,

just in a moment.

The clock will stop

racing you. time will freeze.

And you’ll too!

Let it out,

it is fighting.

Let it drape you,

the icy sheet, see the light

welcoming you.

Hush now,

you are tired.

Let it drain,

slowly, surely the rage will calm down.

From crimson to black,

from liquid to muck!

let it drain.

There’s not pain,

not anymore.

It is over.

hush now,

sleep!

and rest in peace.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx R.B xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

p.s – two things, firstly, if two mind readers are reading each other’s mind, none of them is reading anything.

secondly, “this side of paradise” by Fitzgerald and Mein Kampf.