My mother told me when I felt,

To write.

I ponder often;

Thinking about how moments

Cannot last forever

Wondering how they become etches

Threaded in time.

How the suns rays are able to

Clasp my face in their hands.

The grass is able to welcome me home,

making the line between earth and flesh

Indistinguishable.

Oh how the heart breaks

The ghosts of what ifs lurking the halls

The clock strikes twelve,

Tick

Tick

Tick

And I who feared nothing,

Infinitely cursed by her own illusions,

Retreats in the hallowed echoes.

Freeing myself from what the daylight

Binds me to.

Maybe, my language is one only for my own.

Maybe, the wounds in which I caress

Taunt me,

Their devilish grin cautioning me.

Have you ever encountered what cannot be put into words

Listening to hundreds of hearts at once

Speak on the greatest loves of their lives

But also their losses,

For they are the same.

Many fear the darkness

I,

sink my teeth in,

mourning it before it has left

Decorated in tiny glimmers I fondly gaze towards

representing the lives I’ve lived,

And the ones i have yet to.

Tick,

Tick,

Tick,

I must go.

The shadows take their places to hide.

A disheartened this will never be fair is met with a sunrise

And the treaty of the realms has begun.

I ponder often;

Thinking about how moments

Cannot last forever

Wondering how they become etches

Threaded in time.