It's not easy admitting the spots of your being that make you dark. Sometimes there is beauty in the starry nights while alluring and alive, these far away places free the thoughts that cage the mind .
I'll stare and wonder, swirling in the starry luster, light years from my pain Are my problems, problems at all? Perhaps life is bigger than the rot cratered in the sands.
The blackened sea so vast and strange Can calm the smoke of heavy emotions I'll stand and whisper a simple phrase. I am not alone