hush, crying child,
this won't hurt at all.
maybe just a little.
was that all we were?
two specks of dust, lost in
an endless void of black.
spinning on a rock. a pirouette.
i'm caught in your orbit,
pulled by the weight of your gravity,
that i fell into and never left.Â
it's just physics.
and we are just cosmic noise.
why are the best memories made at night?
night is for silence, for thinking of
your fears and regrets without
the distraction of day. a peaceful respite.
a lull in the symphony. a coda.
a moment for the world that falls silent,
letting the mind scream loud.
an eclipse.
caught in your shadow.
it's a new moon: and soon:
you'll be at your brightest,
but i'm not scared of the dark!
2024.12.12 // ;;