This was written by a good friend. Sena Kodjokuma
My hands are reaching out,
Just to brush the tips of your fingers,
Before it finds me again,
The darkness.
I am rolled and basted in it.
Deep fried.
Garnished with hollow,
Oh the longing!
Just to brush the tips of your fingers,
Yet the darkness finds me.
I feel so....
Alone.
How is it I can see you?
Lucid,
Yet you cannot see my hands reaching,
Just to brush the tips of your fingers.
You need only look down,
Into this pit,
To see my hands,
For while you scan the sky,
To reach out for my hands,
I am rolled and basted,
Deep fried in this darkness.
I feel so...
Alone.
