A white light takes over the night; I am as cold and dead inside. Shrouded in darkness, I lay and stare at the starless sky, gazing into the past, lost in the dwindling moments. I lose myself for the first time; don’t know what peace feels like, it’s been a while.
A fog descends from north over the hills and I see the sun rise through the clouds like a fallen king who rose to glory. They say winds carry whispers unheard of; a sudden chill goes down my spine.
Treacherous tears escape my eyes; a betrayal of my own flesh. I wish I knew what I want and I know whatever I’m holding on to, I’m holding in vain.
I paint my world black; the hues are too bright for me, you see. I become the creator, forging a world, destroying another; I close my eyes, they merge into one and I sleep.
In collaboration with Nawazish zish zish