Poems and writings

She's your everything

There’s something about the night and your identity that it’s so so liberating.

There’s something about the stars, that see you, that free you, that guided humans for thousands and thousands of years.

There’s something about the nothingness of it all, of the knowledge that you will someday join them and call them.

There’s something about the darkness, a being neither human or animal, trapped between those two worlds, that watches the clouds, that breathes on the night.

There’s something about the light, that loves you, that traps you, that makes you see the beauty of the world in front of your eyes.

There’s a liberation whenever you look up to the sky for answers, praying for the moon to notice you, to cherish you.

Because you’re their everything. And she’s your creator, your reason, your guardian, your breath, your obsession, your vice.

And she’s your everything.