My wish is strange
I wish I could have time
Isolation is peaceful
But the loneliness
And the commitment.
I want to be loved
In a way that feels like peace
Comfortably existing
No burden or pressure.
Just enjoyment of presence.

“An effect, mamillian.”
A young rat removed for hours,
Allowed bleaching.
What happens?
Darkness?

You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.

Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.

You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.

Calming the tempest in my mind.

My mind flees into the darkness.
Where will I find it this time?
Will it wander to you?
A hazy silhouette in the ebony abyss
Of my thoughts, hopes, dreams,
And fears.
You seem so distant, yet vivid,
So present, yet lost.
There are slight differences about you now.
You have the temporary aura
Of yellow happiness which captures you.
But then, at times, I see the hollow
Places in you face and wonder.
Does your mind flee into the darkness too?