She is darkness
And she will consume you
The light of insecurities does not evade nor lessen her abilities to blind you
You are lost in her
All you see is her
No matter where you go she is there and yet you cannot touch her
She lies on a pedestal too high up for imperfect hands
Hands that desperately crave her touch
But her touch is only seen in the darkness when imperfect hands close imperfect eyes
















