There is distance between me and my moons.
All spiralling endlessly around my body, yet unreachable.
And every time I pray for change, the only thing that comes is high tide, hurricanes, and mood swings.
All my planets aligning and dispersing their way across my galaxy..
There is distance between me and the ones I love.
Whether miles apart, and sitting in the seat next to me.
If you are not holding my hand, I don't care if you orbit around me.
I'm still alone if I can't feel anything.
Do we feel gravity? I don't.
I don't feel anything but the weight of your hand.
Grasping me.
Pulling me out of the darkness.
But... You're not. You're crossing your arms and watching me fall.
And asking me why I let myself wander at night.
And telling me how you've warned me.
Regardless. I still need a hand.
I am not myself without my moons :(
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