The lights
outside
burning into my skin.
The lights,
they're connected by strings,
each one
hanging onto the other
for support.
The lights,
they rely on each other.
If one were to fall,
the rest would follow.
Oh, why,
Couldn't my friendships be
this way?
We're supposed
to rely on one another.
To be there
for each other.
But when I need them,
they aren't there.
Not connected.
Like the lights are.
Comments
That’s so deep. I feel like there’s even more symbolism to it.
thank you so much! i love your work by the way.
Thank you so much!
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