It’s in the light of day amongst many that our deeds invite darkness.
It’s in the lonely hour night that the invite is accepted regrets harnessed.

Shadows invisible to the eye.
Alive to I.
Threatening.
Cryptic.

As night falls,
newly gained shadows
encircle our hearts,
side creep on our sanity.
They amble,
pounding quietly,
winking persistently.
Mocking  silently.

“I know you don’t see me, but you sure know I am here,
felt that needle tingle. Hot at the tip. I am near - inch from you soul”

It’s in the light of day amongst many that our deeds invite darkness.
It’s in the lonely hour night that the invite is accepted regrets harnessed.

Shadows mentored
Nurtured.
A nocturnal vaudeville,
to shrink our souls into tiny little bubbles.
Ready to rupture at any sign of shifting shadows.

Take care of your days.
They will keep the lights on in the heat of the night.