1:48 am
It is only late into the night that I show my true colours
What is restricted during waking hours is accepted without judgement
In daylight, my throat clamps around the words that mean the most
It's ironic how words can mean everything or nothing at all
Ironically still, it's funny how my mouth closes when I speak but opens up when I write it all down
I guess the darkness makes my words meaningful somehow.
