We are all voids, in a larger void
attracting and repulsing
surrounded by dark skies
decorated with clouds- blotches of despair.
We choose music over listening
and writing over talking
painting poetries over scars
and songs over heartbreak.
We scribble stars in our dreams
coloured golden and orange
but every dawn, we wake up to greys
as wind dusted off the hues- the facades.
//we are darkness, looking for light
in between words and rhythms//