that glint
i am mindlessly making myself lost as i continue walking amidst the darkness this road has. i keep on walking towards the unknown. i keep on wandering alone. i know i can do this alone. i hope i can do this alone. i continue walking without a thought of running out of fear. i continue to walk as slow as a turtle is into the land.
i don't mind being eaten by my fears. i don't mind being enveloped by darkness. i don't mind. i will continue walking to this unnamed road until strange light would pop in front of me and lead me to the right path. i am just finding that light. so for now it's okay to travel alone in this dark perpetuity.
you can't see the glint of light unless you're in darkness.
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
