

MidnightI wake up in the middle of the night, I see darkness. I don’t feel any fright, for I know this feeling. As my mind scatters and my thoughts are jumbled, I can feel a mind that’s crumbled, try to contemplate. Unable to move, unable to speak,Midnight
Unable to do much, really, Trying desperately to seek what I’m searching for.
Of everything rushing through my mind, I see a face. A sudden notion that I feel ace, I’m somewhat confused as to who it is. But those eyes, staring at me ever so piercingly Their innocence preserved and so clearly visible That face becomes some body that I