I’m just a weirdo here
In the darkness of my garden.
I love the nighttime.
Peace, quiet, darkness.
I’m a weirdo squatting in my garden.
Writing, crouched next to a torch,
Staring at the stars.
I love it.
Im so fucking weird.
I love it.
I write poetry in the dark.
Living ma best life,
I watch the stars go by.
I listen to the wind,
Watch the trees caressed by the wind.
I stand in the garden at midnight because
I’m a weirdo
And I’m not afraid to be one.
No one is watching me.
I can be me <3
I watch the stars and
Ponder their existence.
I watch them move across the sky.
I get a runny nose,
My fingers are cold.
Now it’s raining.
I retreat to shelter.
Cold.
I contemplate the vastness of space.
I’m in psychedelic hell.