until then...

Like a mole, used to the darkness of my abode. The thought and hope of warmth and adoration, was only a concept i had in my mind. The feeling of being the last important piece In a creatures jigsaw puzzle, was one that I held at arms length. Day and night I borrowed and add survived with what I was used to. Multiple external attempts to exhume me failed at the depth reached. I laid tired from the mining underground, picked up strength and continued from where I left off. At the back of my mind incubated the feelings and knowledge that I knew I needed to let bloom but felt hesitant to let it raise it petal skyward again. At nightfall I'd sneak outside to catch a glimpse of my fellow dark sky's get caressed by the soft fluffy condescension of the clouds to the gleeful screams of the flickering stars... wish that was you huh?! I'd blindly smile and what feels like a useless teardrop attempts to form beneath my eyelid but I'm too dehydrated for any to be form so I shake my head and off I go to bed. The Feelings and knowledge very much alive but until when I'm unearthed either by my Savior or my demise, I'll keep them safe and sound in this head of mind. I'm tired!