Compiled on a piece of paper.
Overflowing with thoughts you can't taper.
I stare at the words Ive produced.
Will my reader be seduced?
I find it strange how I wonder if my darkness is dark enough?
This darkness hurts.
And I can't see.
Why would anyone ever want to portray darkness as beautiful?
What is wrong with me?
..But then I remember the satin ,white blooms of moon flowers.
And how they only bloom at night.
Even bats can admire their beauty....
Because they know already that in darkness, you need no sight.
A Dazzling darkness.
And Empty spaces.
But, who's really listening?
Who really sees you?
The emperor of emotion.
Words are the Moon.
And life is the ocean.
Go with it and worry not...
Fill your mind with beautiful thought.
Even when you don't have the words to write.
No amount of darkness could ever dim your light.
What are you afraid of?
Describe the dagger in your heart.
Your words will free you.
Even in darkness,
I see you.