Top Of The Hill

I once lived at the top of a hill.
In a forest surrounding, with the coyote howl.
I had a bedroom in the downstairs, and I would lay awake at night and stare.
The moon shone through my blinds, casting lurking shadows and my eyes would play tricks.
Being an over tired child who had trouble falling asleep, the shadows would climb my walls and move toward me.
I once lived at the top of a hill.
Where the owl would 'hoo' you to sleep and the forest seemed still.
I had a bedroom in the downstairs, and I would lay awake at night and stare.
Silence filled the large room with an unspeakable sadness.
The moon shone through my window and the shadows didn't creep up on me no longer..
Being an over tired teenager, I would wonder through my thoughts, but the silence of the night, didn't match up to the shouting of my mind.
I moved back into the city.
In a house near the high way.
I could never escape the sound of  the vibrating pulse  from the road or the honk of a horn.
But once I lived at the top of the hill, and it make me realize, just because I don't live there no more, doesn't mean I'm lesser of a person than I was before.