I follow you like the moon follows the sun, it’s making me numb allover. If only I could devour the stars and suck in the universe to let you know how much I really mind. And just the notion of you getting hurt really sears so deeply on my skin. Morphine. How I wish for this pain to be just like morphine. Makes me numb, and high…hoping for it to make me feel alright. I’ve failed to keep my word and it was an abomination to me. Sorry if I’ve caused you so much anguish.
Drinking this cup of cold coffee as I stare at the sun setting at the horizon. I wait for the moon to shine next and for it to serve as my solace in this bewilderment. And still, the fact that the moon can’t be with the sun just makes me realize the improbability of this reverie. I’ve always dreamed of walking the emerald meadow with the summer breeze caressing my face. I’d like to be with you in that perfect day. And the impossibility of it was like….Just as the picturesque view seemed almost endless, I’d find myself lying my head on the soft ground, then it’d open up a profound chasm that’s as dark as coal. The earth folds and then devours me as I look up at the almost perfect blue skies as they turn scarlet.
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