Rantings of a tired mind.

I've never felt more compelled to put down everything i'm feeling into words. Though words fail me quite often but somehow at this moment there is this maddening force that sets about in my heart, rushes all the way up into my head and explodes into a million words. All so unique and painfully beautiful. These words are not just a few short lived figments of my imagination. Rather each word narrates a tale from my savage past. The dark days that were so constant that the earth of my soul forgot what it was like to feel the kiss of the sun, when my heart was nothing more than a thirsty human lost in the desert seeking a few drops of water to content its thirst.. still that tired little organ kept beating.. hanging on to whatever hope there was left. My fingertips are constantly reaching for the alphabet keys, forcing me to bring another word to life as soon as the last one has emerged. Maybe because there is a deep realization in my head of the uncomfortable night that will follow.. i fear that if i stop writing the horrors of this brutal night will start hurling down at me. Its dark and i'm scared. And like hundreds of nights before i once again lay here alone in my bed at night, trying to recall my favorite tune, my lullaby, my priceless asset. The heartbeat.