Moments passed by so fast in just a blink of an eye―
like a shadow that is always
behind your back but never really
Seeing it until you stay in the dark
And the only thing that gives
you light is the moon from above.
Maybe, it’s like waiting for hours,
In an empty space, not being solid,
finding somewhere deep within to
feel even just a flicker of something―
Perhaps, excitement? A little life?
But then, the clock keeps ticking,
never stopping for once, just as
its hands falls to another midnight.
Midnights
joannachse 