Quiet

It's one o clock in the morning. I roam around restlessly in my bedroom. I can't sleep, nor can I focus my attention on a single task. It takes some time for me to settle down. My space is messy and distracting but not a priority. I plan to take advantage of each blissful moment of solitude. The peace and quiet surrounds my thoughts and calms them. All I wanted was to be alone. When this happens my mind automatically drifts to thoughts of you, the reason for all my happiness and my heartache. Uninterrupted, I can begin to write. There are some moments we shared I know words cannot describe. A dialogue between two hearts. Still there is a story to tell, soon to be written. Impossible not to share.