Darkness Alone

Feeling is fiercer than love, more stubborn—it doesn't come when summoned. I'm sinking slowly into a fathomless void, empty of all sensation. Can you sense it happening?

I thought you understood the difference between words carved into stone and marks scratched into dust. But I was wrong. Sometimes, lost in the noise of what's visible, we miss something unseen—the very thing we were meant to see all along.

Most days I'm forced to act against my own will; I kept you as the one true corner of my desire. No one keeps track of time lost, and not everyone can bear to drown in darkness.

Tell me—did you see only the darkness in me? Could you not grasp anything more?