I'd describe the night to you in detail,
However, I cannot see.
I am not blind,
Just turned away from the windows.
Even if I were to face them,
it's night, it's dark.
To describe the night to you would be describing an empty void that frightens me.
An empty void that reminds me of my greatest mistakes, of my choices, of my regrets, of my fears.
Of me, if i'm lucky enough.
What would it be like to be a star?
to stay in what I imagine to be cold air, in the galaxy's embrace.
Embrace, sounds more aggressive then how it feels
then again, if you're a tough hugger, it fits just fine.
Fitting, for me to think that, I haven't hugged anyone recently
or at least, i don't remember one, so maybe,
hug me again.
hug me to sleep, cozy in your arms and safe from all the thoughts in my mind.
those thoughts scare me if i let them, and i can't help but let them.
In fact, just let me near you,
that's close enough.
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➴ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⋮ 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Poetry[Writing Style: Poetry] ⤷ Ongoing Ideas thought of on a whim, May lose them to the sea, Lost in the waves of words, The other words inside me. I can't help but imagine Happy worlds that must be fake. They are too good to be true, But if they are rea...
