Nihilist

Chapter 7 - ( • golden table • )

We sit across from each other

Our greetings turned into conversation

And our personalities blend

With the gold that glossed the marble

Of a table within a room

Where the clouds reach down

To cover the bright lights in the palace

And to spread their shine with a reminder

That when we feel we're not as high

We can hug the stars

We can touch the dark

And brush our fingertips

Into a silked painting

That we crafted ourselves

I'm so happy to see you again

The stars shine brighter when we're together

But they wouldn't be there

If you weren't here to begin with

The lights have already faded

Not from the clouds

But from your eyes

Gazing into mine

Where I find a new universe

Deep within the pupils

A void so dark the light could never shine

And the beauty of nothing

Reflecting from the brightest star

The center of existence

Circling within your irises

This is really you, isn't it?

Not a mask, not a lie.

Do I believe you

Or can I believe myself

For my eyes aren't like yours

They hold the moon

When the sun isn't there to find it

My gravity drifting off

My reality missing

Because there is no reality

When you aren't within it

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