Its all just thought. All just some sort of electromagnetic pattern, that gives us individuality. All of it, a figment of our own electricity inspired brains. We are all so special, we are all so different.......or are we? Its not depression, this never was, all these thoughts in here. They were only ever a figment of something someone told me to believe, or not believe. Influence. Interception. Life. Every thought or idea was only ever moulded by an event, or a person before it. An interaction. We all claim innovation, originality, independence. But how much of you is in me, and how much of me, is actually in you?

I dont over think things. I just think.

So quiet tonight. Its nice. No feelings of anger, no feelings of happy. Just quiet, just equilibrium. The wind is blowing, the neighbourhood is quiet. Not going to write an essay, not going to complain, not going to say much really. There is just a point, I can't say where it is or what it is, just a line. It's always there but I don't manage to reach it every night, or many nights actually. Just night's like tonight, when the lines are touched, but not crossed. Nothing is over full and nothing is left a dry empty. Everything is as it should be, it all just, works. It all feels. Not good, not bad, I cant put in to words that balance, that, (and for lack of a better word) rightness.

The Blue Moon

Between raging red and cold stark ice
Moods that leave you on the precipice
Always a fall, always a climb
Always struggling to find that line

To stand right here and feel it all
There is no rise, there is no fall
To watch both sides, no ebb, no flow
This bliss is nothing I can bestow

A moment caught in pure reflect
There is no tending, nor regret
Just a slice of pure and calm
A nights reprieve of soothing calm.

And though I know the clock counts down
Tomorrows worries bring tomorrows frown
This moment now is a precious boon
This right here, is my own Blue Moon.