"I stand in a lonely, stilled moment waiting for my heart to burst and spill an aurora on our created darkness. I begged you not to leave me. Begged. Begged in my reaches for your smoky foundation. But you’re half way there like an overcast afternoon without the hope that the rest of the day will get better. This feels instead like midnight, promising more murk and shadows. You’re already gone. You’ve been gone. I was only lost in moments that have been echoing in my memory. Now there is this feeling, procrastinating leaving my beaten up heart. It comes and goes. Go again. You’re dragging me by each head of hair and that pain isn’t as bad as the one my heart feels."