In shadows, something whispers—
a voice I almost know, calling from
a place beyond the edge of thought.
It’s a flicker, a fragile thread
pulling me into the dark,
where love might be waiting
or absolutely nothing at all.
A step forward feels like
a step into the abyss.
What if those bright stars above
are cold and indifferent?
What if their light
leads only to an endless night?
I blindly reach out,
the future is a delicious stranger—
a warm hand that might grasp mine
or slip away like a morning mist.
To love, or to retreat
to safer yet lonely ground—
I’m left to wonder
if it’s courage or madness
that beats in my chest.
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