like embers and coal
melancholia i have tried to hide,
but it’s best being myself - crying -
than falling deep into numbness, trying
to be a certain way; i was lost,
but i’ve decided that at any cost,
i’m going to find myself, wherever
i have to go and look, and never
will i give in, killing my soul.
black is the night, like embers and coal.
Luka.