pip philophobia

[philophobia]

pip

each time is an epiphany. that this feeling is ephemeral and that the high is short lived. i thrive on the twilight the single moment right before the love is gone right before the sun sets. i seek the paradox knowing that this is the beginning of the end. knowing that our eclipse has started to end, and my moon will soon part from his sun. the constant reminder of the philophobia embedded in my brain. telling me to break it off before i get used to the light and the warmth that his sun brings, or else risk my faint little moon being plunged into the darkness when his sun sets without me.