Hollow [ 1st From Collection 'Him' ]
Hollow [ 1st from collection 'Him' ]
I look at the pouring rain, the water trailing down the lanes, the clouds of mist, longing to feel something in the sound of Christ.
I look at the thread of colours brought by the cloud after hours to see a ray of hope in the different panes.
I look at the light beaming from the morning sky, with the keen desire to see a glimpse of a face in the world of my daze.
I look at it all coming to an end, As for this was the sun meant, still in search of a taste, that remains unfamiliar to my state.
I look at the night full of sparks, laying under the stars, to feel hollow with my scars.
For is the desire to feel something too much to ask?
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He drew me towards him with a fraigle thread of honey-like words. He stayed, he supported, he listened if he couldn’t help. But I held back that thread under all expectations and pressure so well. I wished to grant him a place in my heart but by some it was already locked. I muttered in his ear, “It will be fine,” but some sealed my mouth forever. Yet, It didn’t have an unhappy ending because it never got to have a begining.