— 6 Avril 2020
A girl cries at night.
The darkness and the stars,
The tiredness and silence...
They lift the veil,
Nothing stays behind and hidden.
When she is left all alone
She is forced to face herself.All at once
The memories held buried under the sun
Flow back when their keeper hides away,
And a terrifying wave breaks down on her,
A vague whirl of emotions:
Broken desires and mutilated dreams,
Love and deception,
Hope and despair.All at once
They come up to fill her eyes.
Still, she is proud... but no one is watching.
No one but stars. Unknown, distant stars.
She likes to think that they bring her comfort,
But no one except her shiny friends can know.She is strong and unbreakable.
Could anyone understand?
She doesn't. Why the tears?
She is ridiculous:"Tears are made for real issues".
But again,
No one is watching.So she only stares at the silence,
Listens to the stars,
And cuddles the darkness.Her body jerks a bit.
Not too much, someone might hear.
She warms up her cheeks with boiling thoughts.
She doesn't think straight,
Not anymore,
She is not even trying.Now it is time to let it all come in. Then go.
It has been knocking all day,
Now let it in, hurt for a moment, and let it out.The soft sound of water
Slowly falling on the pillow
Drags her into sleep.
As the troubles leave,
She feels peaceful,
At last,For tonight.
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