When the music’s turned on, and this emptiness begins to settle in, turn the lights off and cling to your shallow feelings. Follow the lullaby- it sings for you and me.
When the brokenness mends, and you want to emote, look up to the sky- it is now home to me.
When the light finally touches you, and you secure it this time, not let it refract, know that you and I are intrinsically bound- yet you are never where I am.
Rhapsodize about me. The blood in my veins isn’t red anymore. My heart pulsates against my chest and I’m a million shades of eccentric.
You’ve found me now. Yet the lullaby continues. Was it more you were looking for?
// Sanjukta //