Maybe I'm going crazy now. And I guess that's ok. At least being crazy proves that my mind is capable to comprehend things such as...such things as color. Speed. Motion. You know I used to be a runner. A runner with great power. Great...courage and motivation. Sometimes I thought that I could run so fast that I could fly. Oh but running at night was my favorite time. I would picture the night was my favorite blanket. MY favorite blanket I have had since I was about 9 years old. Sometimes I could picture the moon as a great...piece of my life that I was meant to capture. It saddens me somtimes to know that I never actually touched it. Never able to capture if like I once had dreamt. But you know sometimes I wonder...what if I took that one extra step? Would I have only moved one step? Or would I have started to fly? An old friend once said he loved the night. I asked him why and he said he had no idea. I think he does he's just afraid to tell me things. I beileve he found it one day while walking along. Peace is what he found. Without the pain and coldness of the world. The night can have a strange effect on people. It can make one very safe. Like me. Or it can feel like you are trapped. Like my mother. But soon the night will be peaceful for her too. I hope she will find it soon. I have found mine. With such happiness I have found it.
