Ink stains the page as thin air encloses me in a suffocating moment.
There's a black hole nearby and its danger is tempting.
I'm awash with fear, that's so unfamiliar, about a future that's so far behind.
I'll never walk backwards, but in front I'm alone, although, really I was always alone, I just tricked myself into believing you were beside me.
So I wander, terrified, at the end of night, realising with humility I've figured it all out.
There's a black hole nearby and its danger is tempting.
I'm awash with fear, that's so unfamiliar, about a future that's so far behind.
I'll never walk backwards, but in front I'm alone, although, really I was always alone, I just tricked myself into believing you were beside me.
So I wander, terrified, at the end of night, realising with humility I've figured it all out.
