what i write, is my mood.

untitled.

09/25/2023

the silence that speaks loudly,
the darkness that hugs me tightly,
the pain that crumpling my chest achingly,
the truth that holding my self firmly.

hoping waves could wash away the ache,
tilting my head through the skies
seeing stars itself; someday, when i look at it
i'm not bursting myself into tears.

-y.c-