My love haunts me in the navy hues of midnight.

Those deep blues staining my fingertips,

Poisoning the words on my lips.

I could drown in this love.

The oil clotting my lungs.

Till the ethreal tones of dawn crack the horizon,

I am bound to this sea.

Lost in the iridescent shadows of night.

Inspiration:

Insomnia has been, and will continue to be, one of my greatest muses. Something about the fog I get after a restless night gets things flowing for me. It may have something to do with the lower inhibitions. I’m less critical of my work when I’m tired. Or perhaps it’s just the feel in the air between 2 and 3 am when everyone else is sleeping and for once everything is blissfully silent.

Insomnia has it’s highs, and it’s lows. Where I’m able to entertain flights of fancy more easily, it’s also all too easy to slip down a dark hole of thought. It’s so easy to get lost.

Like so many others today I struggle with depression. Even more so now that I am a mother. The constant worrying. Especially with everything going on in the world today.

I can’t let these things overcome me. For her sake I need to leave the bad thoughts in the night.