Aamoo 27 ..............................Khiem

Aamoo

She/they @prettyhatemachines

grief, loss, and acceptance

i ran into the dark to seek the warmth warmth stood before me with open arms and a smile her auburn hair and honey eyes radiating a golden aura she was like the sun and i was the moon my aura was blue and dim like the moonlight i was as lonely as the moon no matter how many stars had accompanied me all i wanted to be was with her, my sun she grew sick over time with angered clouds masking her sunshine my sunshine vanished behind a dark mist, her sadness her sorrow left her rays dimmed yet i still found warmth within my sun was no longer there, lost in the abyss of the diseased clouds her moon, her child i waited night after night yearning for her warmth again she never rose from the horizon no matter how much i pleaded my sun would never return, my own glow to become my warmth no matter how hard i tried, my moonlight was a saddened tint of blue my embrace would never be as warm as hers

Self-talk