Flying through the abyss,
Nothing but darkness.
Everything wilted—
Not even eyes glow with fondness.
A dark hue in the air,
An aroma thick as musk.
This odyssey has left me stuck—
In thought, in place.
This land where even stars don’t fall,
The moon swallowed by a thought long gone.
These nights where no light is found,
Where heartbeats are not meant—
Is where I’m most content.
—s
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Flying through the abyss,
Nothing but darkness.
Everything wilted—
Not even eyes glow with fondness.
A dark hue in the air,
An aroma thick as musk.
This odyssey has left me stuck—
In thought, in place.
This land where even stars don’t fall,
The moon swallowed by a thought long gone.
These nights where no light is found,
Where heartbeats are not meant—
Is where I’m most content.
—s