Sixty One

I have always preferred keeping the lights off. Perhaps listening to the silence was my only way of relieving my nerves after a long stressful day. Though I couldn't possibly deny any of the shortcomings that I've grown accustomed to accepting the more I dwell on it. Perhaps it is by default my own special way of keeping things in order. Perhaps my own mind has a habit of twisting in knots. Perhaps what I have always dreamt of having is nothing but just a dream after all.