I feel most comfortable in the dark there are no judgemental eye that look at me from afar.
I like it most when it's at night there are note people to judge me there's only silent and my friend sometimes silent is a virtue
Although in the dark my thoughts torment me giving me flashback after flashback like and being thrown against the brick wall is and the ocean that's Unforgiven it pains me
Although sometimes silence is valiant.
You see my darkened friend smooth runs the water where the Brooks are deep
You may not understand it so I'll tell you what it means.
Over the water seems, underneath is a raging storm.
I like it when it rains and the world is cover in water the earth smells new and the wood is wet. The sky troubled with attitude the water wild with tea.
Ill pit on my rain boots stepping in the puddles with a child like grin.
I love it even more when its night and a storm is brewing.
I love thoses the best!