She was like the wind,
You long for during a hot summer day.
She was like an anchor,
That would save you from drowning.

Yet, she was so empty,
Like the infinitive endless black holes you find in galaxies,
The same galaxies that were trapped inside her.
She just couldn’t figure out,
How to handle such a given gift like hers.

And with having a vivid mind but a broken shell,
And conjuring smiles on everyone’s face,
But not hers,
She decided to vanish into the nothingness.

-Eunice Adewole