~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

And I sit still where the sky meets the sea. The rain remembers what I tried to forget. Light trembles, the sea hums. My shadow dissolves, And I let it go. No names, no sound, just ache, and ground. I am void, I am the wound. I am the prayer,  Waiting to be found.  !_!

I was made of tides, not stones, the moon hums beneath my bones. Each heartbeat whispers gravity’s song, each breath pleads softly, “let me belong.” You drift away, your orbit steady, your calm: a cloud... cluttery, cold and unready. While I unravel, thread by thread, a nebula bleeding gold instead. Love to me was never disguise, it’s oxygen drawn from endless skies. The hush between thoughts, the tender trust, the warmth that turns all fears to dust. They say I feel too much, too loud, too wide, but galaxies bloom where my tears reside. To burn, to ache, to rise from pain, to live, not weaken, that’s my chain. And even when forsaken by light, I shimmer through the endless night. Soft, yet fierce, my heart stays bold, a supernova that won’t turn cold. I do not seek what fades above; I am the pulse, the proof of love. --_--