⋅ 3 March 2012

Eight

Can’t sleep
My night fades into
The bright numbers
Of a digital clock

I make coffee
Which at this time of night
Feels good
As it slowly
Rolls down my throat

Beginning
With a single thought
Ten thousand follow
Thoughts
That make no sense at all

All the while
I stare
At the brightness
Of a digital clock
And suddenly realize

The number eight
Is brighter
Than any other number... In the darkness

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  • LUCKY IT'S NOT A NIGHTMARE? 3 Mar 2012 by

  • Turn that clock around sometimes I think it is 7 and it is only 2..What a feeling and what a great write..Floreann 3 Mar 2012 by

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