flowing thoughts

      Quiet and pure is the night. yet another day slips out of our time space into memories soon to be lost. A single, lone star flickers in the center of the ocean above, the clouds are dashing for it now. I do not wish for it to go, but it does. I am alone, the moon diminishes far from my sight. The wind leaves tender kisses on every portion of my dirty, brown skin—I wish I could kiss it back. I wish I could hold onto her robe and follow her to her freedom land. Where is it, even? I do not know, but my heart races at all the possibilities. What is it that the leaves giggle and sway to? Some will say that it isn’t necessary to know but there is too much I do not know of—It is both a gift and a curse to know the secrets of the universe.

What are you supposed to do when you’re sitting alone and you can feel your heart break and your breath gets stuck in your throat and you just want to scream but you sit in silence waiting for the pain to pass? Are you supposed to get help? How can you call for help if you can’t breathe? Do I deserve this? Sometimes I like to think if I sit by myself and smile a little more I’ll be okay but I think in the end I’m just sitting alone waiting for darkness to just take me over..