As I dwell in the night, eyes drooping, lights humming, static buzzing, I realize how blessed I truly am.
As I dwell in the night, eyes drooping, lights humming, static buzzing, I realize how blessed I truly am. 

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mikro
mikro new short fiction writer late night
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Reflections of the first night

As I dwell in the night, eyes drooping, lights humming, static buzzing, I realize how blessed I truly am.

Eyes the color of jade, a scarf faint blue, her eyes bursting, his smile wide, happy. The mascara only helped. She was happy to see me. I was confused.

I am fearful in many ways. I wish I was as free as the ocean in her eyes, but I always felt lesser than. Less. Often times, I wish I was nothing at all.

It’s a good start to the month I am equally terrified and excited for. I was kindly embraced into this month, but I fear if I’ll end up choking. I think I need more hugs. I

This month embraced me even when I didn’t embrace it as I should’ve. It embraced me even though I cannot embrace myself. I hope I can embrace myself one day. Who knows, it might even be this month

To the stars and the clouds that cloak them from my small eyes: thank you. You taught me to wonder. To the night sky that embraced me in my loneliest moments: thank you. You taught me strength.

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