I finally see the sun through the forest.
Slivers of light make their way through the dense
packing of the trees.
A clearing is in the distance.
But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me.
That’s what it is right?
That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing.
… what else could be preventing me from freedom?
Photo captured by me in Fort Greene Park, Brooklyn
I saw the light with you;
but also saw the underworld.
We plunged into the darkness,
ventured into the unknown.
Something about it was so beautifully scary;
But it was time to take a break,
to embrace the light again.
You made your home in the darkness,
established your throne.
You know just what I want to hear.
You say all of the right things to me
but what are words without actions
The definition of sweet nothings.