Cottoned. Chapter 05 // 09.11.2020
Forming Light
"Light takes on many forms. It can mean different things to different people.
A source for life. Death. Weight. A metaphor for heaven. Happiness. Blinding. Sight. Recently, when I go to a restaurant or cafe, I notice their light. The colour of it and how it makes me feel comforted.
Without light we cannot see but when there is too much light we are blinded."
- written on 21.12.19
Inside the darkness, a blinding light appeared filling the emptiness with warmth.
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Sick of all these thoughts running wild in my head.
Drowning from these thoughts I should have said.
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sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece that is missing a place to fit.
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when the night creeps in
and the moon rises
the loneliness awakens
and desperately crawls into me
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learning to grow away from each other is hard
when our roots are firmly intertwined.
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why must it be you?
the you, I see
isn't true
if it were meant to be
would we still rue?
time is lost to us
gravity shifted
leaving me up till dusk
still thinking time was twisted
it feels like a constant stab
in my chest
over
and over
and over
and over
and over.
but we did get closure.
we did!
did.
did we?
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