the moon cries for someone else every night.
looking for a change but I can’t change.
Maybe I should just give up.
I won’t let them reach me.
Those golden days are nothing but memories now.
uncertainty plagues me – about myself, about my future.
She made her way across the platform, toppling those in her way like pawns in a chess game.
you don’t understand anything but what I let you see.
to the question i was once afraid to answer, i fill the blank space.
the cold never looked so inviting. or dangerous.