I appreciate Emptiness and its efforts to make things feel right
With the naivety akin to thinking that it aids all wounds
Like how it wants to keep me warm at night with a blanket of skin piercing cold
And how it shields me from the sun
Not knowing 92 million miles away lies my only source of light
And at times it invites Loneliness over when it feels helpless over my tears,
Thinking that it'll make things better, much oblivious of the surrounding irony
Always the right intention
Always the wrong move
But I appreciate its presence
For Emptiness is my friend
And sometimes it is as if it makes
the blanket of cold,
and the umbrella of dark
Feel just
like
home
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
I appreciate Emptiness and its efforts to make things feel right
With the naivety akin to thinking that it aids all wounds
Like how it wants to keep me warm at night with a blanket of skin piercing cold
And how it shields me from the sun
Not knowing 92 million miles away lies my only source of light
And at times it invites Loneliness over when it feels helpless over my tears,
Thinking that it'll make things better, much oblivious of the surrounding irony
Always the right intention
Always the wrong move
But I appreciate its presence
For Emptiness is my friend
And sometimes it is as if it makes
the blanket of cold,
and the umbrella of dark
Feel just
like
home
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