Why do I feel lonely this night? Its too cold and unbreaching, I wish for the sun to come and glist me with its light...No? why? Grasp my skin and contast me like a glass, making my body illumate copies of your light which brings me life, make the sun go up and make my surroundings at ease, the way that i wont feel lonely anymore.
But why...why do I still crave the night? I want the day and will want the night... is it selfish for me to say this when im bound to die in the next possible days? My bones, I want to dig a hole and burry them till they rot and dig them up and put them back in so I wont feel dirty by the lingering air. I want the sun to grasp them— though I would feel glad if the moon loathes them, I want to be loved and to be hated. I want to mourn and to be overjoyed. I want to run and walk to a puddle of bones where I can change my identity now and then, and lastly I want to sit on the edge, to finally have my life in my palm and just manipulate how I go.
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