Three Summers

On a briskly breezy evening;I met you the very same day,Three summers back.You are, my frightening nightmare.You still is, my most comforting dream.

Scared

I’m scared of my own silence,of the unanswered questions that revolve around. I’m scared of unsolvable puzzles,It’s raising levels without a completion. I’m scared of my own demon,who is killing its better half every minute. I’m scared of affection,It’s pulling me down from all directions. I’m scared of darkness,As it’s trying to make me a…