The world in my eyes is a void planet.
No sun, moon or stars.
Just darkness, the alien occupant
and the boundless burden of this body.
The world in here is a touch of warm hands,
a smell of fresh flowers in spring,
a taste of jam smeared on soft bread,
and a sound of a thunderous rain echoing.
This darkness in my eyes is a thousand bricks
I’m hauling forever into the stretch of eternity.