A Love Story

Biyah on the Moon

Oh lover, make me yours,

If possible, paint my world with your love.

Bring forth your hand

And take me somewhere far away from this darkness

That has been living inside me

For years. As if I was born with it.

Listen to this heart

That yearns for her beloved,

To be eternally bound to him.

The wind touches my face

Raining feather-light kisses across my body

A body that has borne entities of love.

I wish to drown in your love

Oh treasured one, show me the essence of love,

Arrange a meeting with the colours

That you have not felt yet.

My heart lies on this fragile land

Of nightfall.

The stars do not shed their light here,

But you, my love, have showered your light

Across my sky

Displaying the beauty that exists within.

For it is in your heart that I live,

You have given this…

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Hazy Perception

Biyah on the Moon

I am confined in darkness. Trapped beneath the scrap of fabric that covers my vision. The rustling of paper catches my attention. Paper? Or maybe a packet. I can’t really figure it out. His footsteps are heavy and the floor creaks under his weight. The sounds become louder and louder and suddenly the blind spots that surround me are filled with light; blinding light. After that, everything happens so fast. Suddenly I’m on the ground with something heavy leering above me. Someone. His weight presses against me. I’m drowning. I fight for every breath, expanding my lungs trying to get as much air in as possible.

I open my eyes. I am in a bed in a room with a white ceiling. I wonder how I got here. I’m shaking uncontrollably and the sound of beeping fills the air. People rush into the room. White coats are all I see…

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