It comes in the dead hours of the night. That time between dreams and your daily grind. We find ourselves in these hours, just before dawn, when the night is still and our minds roam the fields of imagination and fantasy. When things touch us deeper than any one waking moment. The time when artist and poets draw upon their deepest emotions and musicians find thier muse. The time before dawn and just after the witching hour, the time when the world itself seems to be holding its breath, Waiting for that precise moment to exhale, and throw the world back into its daily rhythm and chaos. We find our deepest fears, our strongest desires. While the rest of the world sleeps we find love, we find beauty. Its an hour of creation and of self destuction. But most of all..... We find ourselves.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 23:51:36 +0000
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