My words echo into the abyss,
Frail and yet to be heard.
My mind begs and screams
for the knowledge I have yet to learn.
Time breaks and fractures my heart
while space attempts to sooth it with a lullaby.
My skin burns with the heat of a million suns
that blink at me from the above the sky.
My thoughts race faster
than the protons of daylight.
Yet I can't tear my eyes away
from the vast emptiness of the night.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
My words echo into the abyss,
Frail and yet to be heard.
My mind begs and screams
for the knowledge I have yet to learn.
Time breaks and fractures my heart
while space attempts to sooth it with a lullaby.
My skin burns with the heat of a million suns
that blink at me from the above the sky.
My thoughts race faster
than the protons of daylight.
Yet I can't tear my eyes away
from the vast emptiness of the night.
