i’d like to get lost, to lose myself
in the solemn, quiet breaths of nowhere,
where the world fades to whispers,
and i become simply nothing,
a king of less than i am,
ruling over silence and shadow.
the noise of life wears thin,
like a thread unraveling,
the air grows thinner still,
a fading whisper in the dark,
thinning,
ever so much more.
there’s twilight within me,
a slow descent into night,
where light flickers and falters,
giving way to a deepening gloom,
a darkening,
as shadows stretch and grow.
they rise from within,
silent specters that whisper
of forgotten dreams and distant echoes,
filling the void with their quiet presence,
as i drift further into the night,
seeking solace in the unknown.
in this place of quiet breaths and growing shadows,
i am both lost and found,
a king of nothing,
a ruler of the in-between,
where the world ceases to matter,
and i am free to simply be.