People gravitate towards you
like planets to the Sun—
a pull that cannot be denied.
I am like Pluto:
the smallest in your orbit,
the furthest away,
the least known,
and most of all, the loneliest.
Am I even a real planet?
Realistically I have no chance
of becoming the most important planet in your solar system.
It is YOUR solar system after all.
You are the biggest, brightest, and most beautiful
star as far as eyes can see.
Although sunny and warm,
you are constantly flooded
with thoughts of self-destruction.
To be quite frank,
this scares the life out of me.
I spend countless days
and innumerable sleepless nights worrying about you.
In one universe, I feel so lucky
that you have shared this immense black hole with me.
But in another universe, I wish
I was still naive to your dark spots;
as knowledge, especially of this nature,
is a burden to carry—
like the blanket of ice that covers me.
Our time together,
although fleeting,
fills me with warmth—
slowly thawing the layers
of ice that I have built up.
This causes a weakness
in my structure.
As soon as you leave,
my core begins to freeze
once again.
Now I can only ache
to feel you on my skin—
a feeling that makes me more alive
than you’ll ever know.
I fear the worst;
that you are unaware
of the amount of devastation
you are capable of.
If you must destroy yourself,
I can only hope
that you take me with you.
Otherwise, I will be left
a black hole.
Where dark, emptiness prevails
over light.
Please be mine.
Before my whole being
is taken over
with ice
and I cease
to exist.
Feelin a bit crazy with my editing right now. Who are you to say a lion can’t be in space?
tonight I’ve been experimenting with editing my photographs..
Sketched a snook and then painted it..I was only given 4 colors to work with so I did my best. It still needs some finishing touches, but this is pretty much it.
Just another winter day in Florida
Day 65: Everything is beautiful when you just scratch the surface, but not always when you look deeper