It’s 5:53 am
I wake up abruptly,
Dreaming of you again.
A chill run throughs my bones
Triggering tiny hairs to stand up all over.
The thought of your touch
Your warmth
Your grasp
Your gaze
Sends a wave of electricity through my body.
Though I want to bottle up this memory,
These sensations,
These temptations,
And keep them close to me forever,
I must instead try to push them far away.
And bury them
Somewhere safe
For good.

We mustn’t forget
To treat our emotions as nothing more than visitors.
For when we build them a home,
And allow them to stay,
We become unable to live freely.

I love looking up at the sky,
Staring up high, wondering why...
Did you just decide to leave one day...?
Is that how it happened..?
I don’t understand... I never have.
When you left that day...
It felt like a bullet to the chest.
A knife in the back.
I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you.
The thought of never kissing you.
The thought of never seeing you again.
It hurt.
It stung.
It burned.
But I.
Did my best.
Gave it my all...
And you just left...
And I’m still here.
Still under my thick ink covered sky.
Looking up at the Stars...
And watching my meteor shower.

Keep an eye on the fire,
For its spark is what inspired your intention.
However,
Do not let it consume you.
You must remember the power of water,
To humble this boisterous explosion.
Find comfort in the balance of your being.

The shadows cast onto you
By sources lacking understanding
Cannot compete with the magnitude of light
Buried within your soul.
Therefore
Do not let this darkness
Steal your energy.
Instead
Allow it to fuel your drive.
Embrace your quest.