The light is always around
and i appreciate it so much
specially in the early morning when i no longer fear my mind
at night when i work like the ants do on my deck barrels
there comes a time where i head to bed
my brain might be tired and my inside fulfilled of chamomile tea
but this doesn't make my imagination stay still
i still worry about the closet and what my head likes reminding me of fear of my closet ghosts
i go to bed and always give it my back
and the morning comes soon enough
and the light lit up the bright green of my covers
and the happiness of a heart that always delights itself with colors.