I am surrounded by a darkness.
I am not falling but I am stuck in it.
My head is floating somewhere invisible, and my legs are holding on to something bright.
I don’t even remember what it was because my head is filled with all your darkness.
I only know my sister stands there in the light
unable to get me because you pushed me too far already.
I wonder when all this had happened.
When did you take my hand and bring me here?
Where even am I right now if not dead?
- a letter to my depression
YOU ARE READING
THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
