At 1:23 AM Stars just out of reach behind the blinds Cold dark earth beyond thin walls She's craving to feel, craving something That will push her too close. Too close to what she fears the most. The computer's glow keeps her eyes wide Much brighter than the light from outside. Tossing and turning …
A Poem
She walks with her face pointed towards the sky, In the light of the moon - her features parallel with the night. The twinkling stars mimic the freckles on her face. Planets and constellations hanging above, So indefinable from the dewy grass. Why are they so relatable, yet so far away? Suddenly the …
such sweet things 