Strings of Nature

How delicate should I be

for me to play on the strings of a spider’s web?

Will I be able to hear the sad harmony

played on these fine lines?

Or are the small creatures of this world

the only ones to enjoy the sweet melancholy

coming out from my worn-out and stained fingertips?

Will they unite

to listen to the stories

of a heart that barely survived?

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Welcome to Midnight.

There’s something about Midnight

that I’ve recently understood;

A gravitational pull that invites you

to its darkness.

The night pushes you in

to a room full of

lonely thoughts,

clenched jaws,

and heavily burdened breaths.

The more you feel like you’re at home,

the harder it is

to accept the sun.