Night drive
Headlights tracking me,
A sort of rhythm,
But beating in silence;
Again, and again, and again, and again.
Speeding past, lightening,
Their moments are fleeting
Inimitably mimicking my memories;
Again, and again, and again.
Flying by, in a whisper, a wisp
Like my thoughts, as I try to catch them
Partly Illuminated; like ghosts they glide;
Again and again.
Brightening every beat,
As they make silhouettes on my cheek,
I see all the imperfections of the glass,
Through which I wait for you;
Again.
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I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.
Scribbles of an insomniac 