Good morning darkness. Oh how I've grown to cherish you.
Hello evening grace. Oh how I've grown to love you.
The soft glow from the horizon cools my skin.
The clouds echoes faintly remain.
Still, the night is, it washes over me releasing every sense and the tension
mounts.
As it builds it breaks like a dam.
Rushing waters weather the protective coating that seals me in.
Like a shedding snake it steals my skin.
Fractured I become.
Peel away the rest, for it only creates an itch.
Will I still hold up without the layers?
Will I?
Stitch me up, heal these wounds.
It's times like these that I wonder if the fault lines are as obvious to everyone else, because I can't seem to find them.
Oh, physician, can you repair these damaged cells?
Oh, healer, you can heal me but not yourself?