This place is so distant.
Not there. Not near. Not tomorrow.
Abandoness. That’s what it felt.
Nothingness. That’s what can be seen.
Solitude is where I am now.
I have to hope.
That love can see me here.
That my heart can have its pulse again.
That your light can salvage me.
And bring me out of this solitary.
To have you hold me again for tomorrow.
Solemn is coming.
It brings me peace through abandoness.
Pulse is flowing through my vein.
The nothingness is escaping.
Hope is felt risen beneath me.
Soon I have the courage to love again.
Taken from: instagram.com/pitra.box