3am. Some poetry and whimsical thoughts

My wings have stretched outwardly, into this new beckoning wilderness that has been calling me.

I am lost without any remorse here, dying near the outskirts of your beautiful and cluelessly unraveling heart

Your feathers are much like my own, but they haunt me like these demons in my darkness.

I feel like how the raindrops must feel as they kiss the shoulders of a fairy who has lost herself in thought beyond the swamps

It was a night just like this, when our paths first crossed, and you showed me your future and you told me that you'd always be alone

And I did not wonder then, as I am wondering now, if I might find myself appearing there, in your many days from now..

Will you still be alone?

It hurts sometimes, just to breathe the same air as you, though never really feeling like I'm near you

We are lost like the snowflakes that drown in rivers flowing backwards, straight into the dunes

Will you ever touch my face with your beautiful madness? Will we feel the way the way the dawn feels when the moon dies?

We are sadder than the ghosts who know the truth but can't go back into their homes.

I am going back to sleep now. I wish you a beautiful Thursday.

❤️ -serena

^{I took that picture of the moon up there. It was a magical night. I wish you could have been there. ❤️}