Forget Me

Shouldn’t the night sky burn with light a cosmos as infinite as ours, stars should engulf every space feeding on us reckless humans, so fragile yet intolerant of our limits. Incomprehensible space is not infinite, we found, but rather skilled at presenting itself as invincible a trait that is present in some of us, what is a façade if not adornation? Do not expect to live naked in this world so destructible, when death lurks in every corner you ignore every afternoon. Those plants scattered across fertile soil, why does it wither to your touch? Are your fingers dipped in poison, or is it your will that wilts the days have always evaded your intentions, must we lose the night too? in an infinity, we would have day, always a dreary ghost of a person whose blood you drew hovering at your back, waiting for nothing unlike yourself. Would that be the familiar day, some wait for? Or a darkness in the façade of light? I do not have any answers. Darkness. What is it? Absence of light or an entity unknown. I should like to know its different forms darkness, its vices and beauty maybe then I’ll know who I am.