Painted Faces

Painted Faces,
Dark night- screaming children.
Cold,
Frigid.

Awakening my senses,
Allowing the moon to wash her dim light over me.
Awarding my being with peace and joy.

Traveling makes me feel whole,
Complete.
The hustle and bustle
Such a rush,
My adrenaline passes through my veins,
Making me high on life
And the journey that surrounds me.

A lake is painted in front of me,
Clouds cover the sun,
Making the reflection like an oil painting.
Beautifully brushed as I walk to the edge of the pier.
I am tempted to submerge myself in the ice cold abyss

Snapping back to the night,
The painted faces,
The facade.