Black Hole

It's funny how the tides have turned. Steady ground turned into turbulent waves. You used to be my strength once. Now you pull me down every day.

The taste of sweetness does not get fossilised with time. Only shadows of bones can be preserved. You build yesterday with that today.

Moving miles has brought no added kindness. Nights pull me further into the black hole. I know that in time, I will be fine, not for any other reason but that there's no other way to live.

My path is one with only shadows for company. In time that will be enough.