Written by Kesya Adhalia.
And it’s boiling inside me
A convinction that is always buried by distractions
I am trying to count the craters in the moon
But the most faint glisten of a star
Pulls me away
My forehead rests on the floor for too long
The blood rushes up
But it is only I, who is holding me back
Longing for pink skies and sweet guarantees
The more I stray
The more I settle for a blood orange
The more I settle for broken promises
Most Gracious and Most Merciful, I beg you to save me
K.A.
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