SOMETHING THERAPEUTIC

As the whispers of the darkness slowly creeps through the dead of the night, sending subliminal messages collaborating with your most deepest thoughts. Secretly hiding beneath the surface yet can only be seen, through pen upon paper written like an eulogy of last words spoken so poetic to form. But yet as you reminiscent about those things, that seems to transcend all logic of thinking clearly, you still remain lock within the depth of the darkness that surrounds the night. For as the moon with its mysterious glow sits hanging, against the canvas walls of the darken sky your subconsciousness of your mind becomes fix upon the illusion that has you hypnotize. As you  become awaken from a slumber sleep, as you slowly begin reconnecting with the universe above, as it is around you  watching you from starry eyes from afar. For even as the whispers can be heard through the night caressing your thoughts, to elevate as you to create your own boundaries to realign your subconsciousness of thoughts. As you do it with thoughts of trails and tribulations, those life's experiences that we didn't know that we needed to learn. As a subconscious perspective that challenges you, to comprehend that what you see through your own eyes can now be manifested subconsciously. For tell me what do you see as the moonlight sits hanging, against the canvas walls of the darken night as it slowly begins to creep, through your mind in this darkness of the dead of night from pen upon paper.