A starry night, tiny specks of beautiful forgetful nothings.
Shining bright, giving life to twilight,
All but translucent in my glazed-over gaze.
I wish I could feel something. Anything.
The feeling of love, wanderlust, adventure, and loss.
My day will come, when finally, someone will tell me it's time to feel.
To really feel those feelings, to really crave the warmth of another heart, or even the cold loneliness of grief.
For now, I'll sit here staring into the waves of the velvety starry night sky. I sip my brain-numbing fermented juice, inhale the smoke of some plant, and wait.
About the Creator
Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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