If I die tonight

I see beauty in dark things.

In the abstract sides of life.

Nights are my favorite times.

My creative juices flow in the depth

Of darkness.

The wild and wondrous words

Make their appearance.

Sometimes in laziness, I do not rise from my bed

To journal these thoughts.

And so, I lose them by morning light.

So, now, I rise up, from my darkness

to note my treasured gems.

Darkness holds many secrets.

I have many secrets to tell.

Like meeting a friend.

He too, was dark inside, sad,

Lonely, like me.

He extended his hands.

A secret smile upon his face.

A delightful, wickedly concocted conundrum

Better left unexplored.

That smile, imploring...Wicked...

encouraging dark things.

I love dark things.

We could be wicked. Became dark.

Dark was bad. Dark is good.

We could be happy.

If only in my imagination.

I wonder.

I ask the question.

If I die tonight, will you be there?

Please be there.

Don't leave me alone in the dark.

N.A.