𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗

Sometimes I pray
As a force of habit
To an unknown source
White-knuckle hands clasped
Slowly going numb

I say to the source
To the night sky
To the void
To the ones who once were
To the ones who never had a chance
I know... It’s been a while

My voice cracks under the
Sudden pressure
How embarrassing
Stuttering nonsense
To my bedroom walls

When I practice this desperate act
I hide under my duvet
And ask for stupid things such as

Love

A melancholic nostalgia washes over me
Tears turn to rivers turn to seas

Could a God even hear such prayers?
Does the ever-expanding universe have ears?

I have to believe
Even for just a moment
Because the stars shine so brightly
They must know love

They must know love