zeafey

[zeafey]

SUNDAY BETWEEN 4 AND 9PM

Reflections are met with vivid remembrances of the past

Hear your voice in the wind

Echoes of the trees rustling always calls out your name

I have figured it all out

Fairytales are all lies

There are no happy endings

No once upon a time

No beautiful sunset

You are not worth it

Or so, I have been told

I defend you every time still

Why do they say that I do not understand?

That I have not heard your ungrateful demands?

Once, I tripped into oblivion

I saw you there

Standing with your arms spread open wide

The path chosen was never crossed

We never met

Still, somewhere in existence I choose you every time.

~ zeafey 🌍🧚🏼

[zeafey]

I TRIED TO WRITE YOU, BUT THERE WAS BLOOD ON THE ENVELOPE…

I hope you never feel the tragedy where you have forgotten love

Forget that it exists

Giving up on the idea of the possibility of someone being capable of loving you

I hope you never stay awake at night

Imagining scenarios in your head where your fantasy lover kisses you in the moonlight

This routine keeps you warm most nights

Other nights feel consuming

The nights when this dream is not enough

The feelings turn to weep

I hope you do not feel alone

Slow dancing with death through a valley of thorns, no remedy

A misery that is hauntingly beautiful, serene

A precarious bliss everlasting to fall

I hope joy lingers in the depths and cracks of the darkest corners from your subconscious,

Where even a shadow is too afraid to go

I hope that guides you

Once this vessel fades away

Find the white light that shines between waves

Or crumble to stardust that floats endlessly through galaxies

Become the next Milky Way

I hope you do not feel missing from your existence

Or the way it feels to miss you

Tonight was so close;

I smiled while winking at the moon

The stars almost fell that night

~ zeafey 🌍🧚🏼