Intergalactic

Time after time

Nothing that I can do

Knowing your ways and

Loving your ways

But not getting through at all

For a bit, I had gotten used to the sky and its alluring blue. I had forgotten how it is to walk the earth, to toil, to sow, and for the past few days I had purposefully wanted to forget a lot of things, to lose myself once again to a fit of berserk. Some days I convince myself that this is worth it, and some days I tell myself it is all a fluke. In the cradle of this verdant external embrace, it had just been a sweet few days, but in the anxiety-ridden internal struggle of my heart, its rok had been eternal.

I have never ever been more tired merely resting. 

Day after day

Leaving the past behind

Coming to terms with

Stitches and burns and

Learning to fly again