I kept looking at stars that run away from me even when the moon stayed—just to remind me that she also needs to leave, and the storm, I dance to got tired and left me all the breeze.
The more I dive in, the more I reach the shallowest love thrown at me.
Did I grasp too tight?
to reach every frail lines, to walk with my hand on my heart in every “goodbyes”, to earn in shadows that still visit me even when it’s dark?
What should I do with this heart? that doesn’t know how to hold back, that recognizes the pattern of intertwined souls , that cleans a handful of dust in her own shelf, that kept the promises that were never meant to be said, that walked in bloodstains of scattered flesh?
Guess it will be another page to rip, where paths were never crossed, where knocks can be heard, where no one could turn stillness to chaos.
Her heart remained brittle in night she reached the stars not to wither.
I guess the night wasn’t long enough for these traces to ponder. The sun rose when she blinked.
“Tomorrow is another night to be sleepless. “
