the night sky becomes a hurricane in front of me. is it a reminder of how i feel for you? brighter than the stars, you are my beloved, sweet, darling, those eyes which reflect the night sky will forever be my sacred treasure.
when tomorrow, feels as though it'll never arrive tomorrow is clawing at my throat, tugging, pulling me down - how? how could i not see tomorrow and honestly regret the very fact that i am here, and i will see tomorrow?
tomorrow frightens me, but i can't just give up here.