Empty

In the empty space between words
I find my peace
I step
Through the empty space between the stars, for they are no longer portences but balls of gas and fire
I breathe
I open my eyes onto the world of the night
I gasp 
I scream 
and it echoes out through the Dark Forest and into the air and rebounds off the sky.
I dance 
Beneath a black moon
I cloak
My face in shadows, my naked body in mist
I cry
And my tears are the very well from which I drink
I smile
And the trees lean in on themselves, a thousand years old and growing older by the day
There are no clocks here.
There is only me
And the stars
And the emptiness best left unfilled.

 
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