in this world,
the stars, moon, and planets
cease to exist—
nothing but
inky blackness swirls above the night sky
i wander
drifting aimlessly,
completely and irrevocably alone
with the knowledge that this world,
my world,
is unlike anything else
within this world,
i crave to see—to visualize
and yet, blackness engulfs
and swallows
and devours
i pine for what could have been;
to see constellations glisten
without
a sheen of sweat
dripping upon my brow
and witnessing
nothing but
oblivion
i pine for my missing memories,
of my childhood,
seized
before death could greet me
with his open arms
i mourn quietly
bargaining
and still,
silence greets me
clasping my hands, caressing my face
oh-so sweetly
so,
I embrace its hands
I embrace the “could have been’s”
and I move on
within this world,
in the ether,
I am devoted, wholly
and irrevocably,
to the present
I cherish the little moments
and I dream as
the velvet blanket of darkness
soothes my darkest memories
and kisses my brow tenderly
in my world,
there is darkness that muffles and mutes
and strangely enough,
i can’t help but feel
that
there is beauty in the nothingness.
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Photo Credits: Fred Wilson
