Enter the dark parts of my mind.
The pieces that aren't really pieces
but are like the vast black holes
sprinkled throughout the universe
You'll never leave
imprinted in my gray matter forever
Lost and spinning
You may resurface every now and then,
forcing my brain cells to collide and remind me of you
I wish I could rip you from my memories,
extinguish the artificial light you emitted
But what would happen then?
What is a thing without what came before?
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
Enter the dark parts of my mind.
The pieces that aren't really pieces
but are like the vast black holes
sprinkled throughout the universe
You'll never leave
imprinted in my gray matter forever
Lost and spinning
You may resurface every now and then,
forcing my brain cells to collide and remind me of you
I wish I could rip you from my memories,
extinguish the artificial light you emitted
But what would happen then?
What is a thing without what came before?
