and they would go wherever we went sitting on our shoulders and hissing at everyone who tried to touch you because you’re their most special thing in the universe and they are so tiny it’s ridiculously cute
the fact that this post has more notes than i ever expected makes me really glad
if we are truly drawn to what we lack
then why am I always in pursuit of darkness?
i have enough of my own, i assure you –
enough to fill the night sky,
ripping constellations asunder,
smothering the moon with obsidian.
(when light burns, only darkness soothes -
i am not worthy of your eyes’ celestial fire).
it’s too much, and not enough,
and i seek it despite the ache it brings;
the comfort of the universe’s sweet indifference.