Where I go At Night

Where I go At Night

When you’re in bed at night, what do you think about? How your day went? What
you could have done better? What You’ll do tomorrow? Remember the good times? Do
you giggle to yourself?



Cry?


Do you wish someone would find you crying and help you? Do you wish someone would knock on your window, or throw stones? Does it ever happen?

Where do you go at night? Stay in bed? Go to a club? Go someplace secret? Go someplace imaginary? Where do you go at night, what do you do when you’re alone in bed, with your thoughts and regrets and anxiety and hope? I go someplace, that I hate, but I have to go.