hush.

this dark deafening emancipative loneliness is what i can frequently smell, but can never taste. the gates are lifted when the cratered moon takes its fluid path along the starry sky, and the freedom rushes through like a flood. in what was once occupied by only air molecules, emotion now drowns my heart. like an empty cup suddenly and unforeseeably being rushed with a synthetic juice.

something of a darker tint. something that resembles blood, but lacks that crucial and vital iron sensation that attaches to one's tongue. that pure human taste. it's unmistakable, and unforgettable.

lately i've been existing only for this taste and these dark shadowy hours. it is the only break i can find from the complexities and melancholic waves of day to day responsibilities and conversations. to pretend i exist for anything otherwise would be borderline slanderous.

and so in sunlight, emotional colorblindness sets in.

but beneath baptismal beams of moonlight...under the immense and unfathomable star stricken sky, my pupils dilate and primal instincts get flipped on.

awake. alive. placid. revived.