Melancholia pursed its lips &

Kissed your frosted cheek.

Its taste is numb

Unaltered by the simple quiet breeze.

Meaning rests on your skin

Bittersweet and ambivalent

Unsure and ghostly

You let out a sigh &

The pressure upon your eyelids became too much to bear.

As they

Finally reached down

Hiding your view of the darkness

Protecting your vision from another sorry glance

Yet, even with eyes closed, 

You encounter the darkness again.

An empty unknown

And as eyelids begin to raise,

The aperture widens, 

And you can’t help but to blink.

Still stuck in a haze

Starry.

Still.

Staring at nothing, but 

Searching for everything.