It is so dark inside that sometimes when I choose a random spot around to stare at and estimate the length, distance or depth of this darkness, my eyes well up.
Eyes well up as of exhausted with their search for a boundary to this growing darkness.
Exhausted with doing a task that was never designated to them, for what is designated to them is to see the literal misleading beauty of this world.
A beauty, that no longer crosses the lens of these eyes.
A beauty that once had a meaning as obvious as the sensation of sight itself.
But now that it is gone and now that the murkiness has swiftly conquered the whatsoever unimportant territory of my existence.
I have to live with it.
For in it is everything, that there isn’t in the outside world that lies just outside the unexisting periphery of darkness.
©️Aaila
If you relate to this, I am Sorry.
The Inked Aaila 