I keep my heart closed
So fragile I had become
When I resurface
Tattered pieces I let go
But in this abyss is home.
~n. g. i.~
(You have become the light gleaming through the window pane
or the soft breeze touching my skin.
You have become the stars in my sky guiding me home from the dark.
You have become my world, my heart and my soul.
You are my sanity from this mad and crazy world. I love you, m.)
