If you ceased to exist

I stumbled across an article

At three in the morning,

All I could think about were

The many number of odd years of my existence,

The magic of all things falling in and out of one place,

Like yesterday drove me past you with a feverish haste.

Emotions would not have flared up,

Chilled winds would not have blown past me,

I would not have worn the woolen top,

Black would not have found a special place in my closet.

The endless hours turned into days,

Days went by soon enough to make an entire year,

My mind was locked up

Still harnessing the essence Spring brought to my door.

It is easy to say all things wise,

Filling a void involves endless cries,

They tell little girls to stay away from guys,

So they substitute them with unhealthy fries.

The limitlessness of my imagination would shatter,

The insides of my body, mind and soul would be ripped off,

I will blind myself by staring at the brightness for too long,

If the light of my life will be gone.

Until next time, Readers ❤