It was a night for poetry

I'm from a place where the night is never really just dark.

No...inconceivable

It is the blackness of my soul made light

The unholy union of my shame and unbelief

Born at a time when the moon had never been more lonely

And only the occasional passing cloud comes to comfort her as she mourns in her solitude

The stars never just shine
They never simply sparkle
It is unfathomable that they just glow

They burn

with the fire of a thousand suns

Blindingly mesmerising
Deeply enthralling

Throw in some more big words to confuse and confound

But yes.
It was a night for poetry

And at times like this the sun doesn't set
He hides

When he is sick of all the atrocities he is forced to witness constantly watching from his post in the sky

He sinks.
Into a great depression.

Then goes off to Mexico for mimosas and cocktails before returning just in time to deal with more of the same bullshit the following day





#TMA