I want the night. I want the unknown. I want the mystery.
I don’t want to know whats coming next, as long as I know its something different. A twist. A curve. An unkempt path.
Let the brush and branches be in my way. Let me move over rocks and logs. My steps won’t be as reckless as the road I’ll walk.
Give it all to me and I’ll be happy as long as I’m not spinning in this chair looking at these four walls. If the trees and the sky have different faces, I’ll smile. If the night never sounds familiar again, I’ll keep walking.
I want to experience each morning, this and every other.