Alacrity

I hear so many voices. To and fro, they come and go. resonating off the halls and doorways. thoughts move freely, between the mind, and the dark, dark night. Somber lights revive the old odd times. You’re a new being creating lines of hope. expressions are closed tightly around the pens ink. You throw the words at anyone and everyone. No time for any hesitations. Fulfilling the dire need to create.