Nyctophilia

In the absence of light

secrets still surface

people become a blur

figures seeking to find or make a way

In the absence of light

wicked thoughts linger

the flame grows dimmer

the faults lie in our vices

a shot, maybe the whole bottle

drinking to drown sorrows

knowing you have addictive tendencies

you remember me?

7th street a road winding down the country

old lovers and kept promises

I can’t continue to seek home in others when i’ve already arrived at mine

A Word From The Author

love reveals the wounds we never healed

love alchemizes the pain we refuse to acknowledge - yours with love haji