Abstracting.

I watch white pages turn as I think about you tonight. Questions, I can hear, falling over each other as they try to reach me. No one clear thought strikes me but they all make sense.

I sit by silently and watch strangers whisper in the darkness of the warm room. Sweet nothings and bad advice all sound the same to me tonight. I hope for me I know where im going. I hope for you that you'll know better.

Words fill my white pages tonight. You are filling your world elsewhere. I am a part of it, but merely sidelined. I play my role and stay in the back. While i sit back and watch, i realize. Dear child, I wish you had called. But we fortold our destiny and i hastily agreed. Now i settle in bed to read and sleep silently, calming my thoughts as they rise with every word i write.

Good night dear child, drink your hopeful colours. For when you come home, you will lay down your head. And dear child, we both know, in your tired dreams, we both rest well.