when she tucks herself in-
under the fabric of her duvet
she forgets about her
unwritten essays-
as she is immersed in the
blue light of her phone-
she allows the pixels of
his face to seep into her own-
absorb in to her brain
until there is no room for
anything else-
and the clock races past two and
she lets it
she knows its only Monday
purple shadows cloud the skin under
her tired eyes but she can't stop
talking talking talking
the adrenaline of a notification
is too much -
the idea of sleep is put to rest-
at least not while he's awake-
now he's tired of her
he wants space
she's obsessing
he dissolves himself into the internet
away from her digital touch
to be disconnected

call ended.

To the nights
When thoughts become to loud
Making me loose my sleep
Thinking why is it has to be this way
From thinking why it had to be that way

To the nights
When I am too numb to even fall asleep
When I can't even feel my heartbeat
From these thoughts taking over me
To the moment when I can't breath

To the nights
From wanting this feeling to last forever
To end this by all means
From screaming till I can't breath
But deciding to stay silent till i suffer in deep.

To the nights
When I cry till I fall asleep
To staring at the ceiling till the night leaves
From rembering every mistake
To rembering why everyone who left without saying goodbye.

To the nights
When I wish I could just die
To wanting to have this feeling till it takes over me
From thinking about every person who left me
To realising how I lost myself along the way.

To the nights
With scattering thoughts.

As the sun hides down behind the hills
As the moon appears in the sky,
As the water becomes cooler
And as the seas become calmer.
My heart races,
my thoughts are quickening,
as our touch becomes more sensual.
The summer is only beginning
and the passion is already burning. 💋

the lone star stood alone in the sky. the sky so big and vast it scared the lone star. why was it alone?where did the other stars went? the questions the star asks itself daily. the star felt suffocated at the thought of it being alone for an eternity, although the past nights felt eerily similar to an eternity. being alone did no good for the star. all the star could feel was trapped in its own mind, thoughts crushing it. mind - isolated and definitely not peaceful.

wishing and praying, the star asked for a night filled with its companions. for the sky to be plastered with other stars.

wish granted and the star had one of the best night for as long as it could remember. the companions disappear one by one and there it stood all alone.

heart twisting, gut wrenching.

could the star ask for one too many more nights to be filled with its companions? or would that be too selfish of the star?

nights, never seem more bitter than this. and all it could do was exist, alone.

(like any other nights)