The Darkness

There are some low depths I can’t find words to explain. It appears I don’t need to explain; you look into my eyes, and understands right into me – as if you’re Mother, or Younger Sister. That itself relieves the burden of groping in the dark for the right words to capture the lostness.

Sometimes, somebody just wants to cry those tears. Like it feels better to — maybe it does. Sometimes, I don’t want to bother you. Sometimes I just don’t want to struggle with the sadness, the darkness. They could just have me …

Your words are soothing enough, much soothing. They bring back my confidence, they do. I feel the darkness disperse with ease when we talk, the way you look me. It does; it really does.


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