There is something strange about that time.

That period between activity and sleep.

Where my heart is splayed open.

Audience of one.

No mercy given for poor actors.

Reality fallen out of time.

Felt like I saw the light a year ago or was it a second?

Funny how it can take the dark to see things better.

Feeling that necessary direction in a place you can never aim.

Disappeared with the loneliness in the morning.

All for an audience of one.