I am swallowed by the void;
The inevitable darkness,
Empty yet full.
I like it.
I like it when I lay on wet grass with eyes closed and listen to the silenced world around me;
Only the wind speaks.
I like it when I’m outside and stare up at the stars longing for answers;
Even if I haven’t asked.
I like it when it’s so dark that I don’t know whether my eyes are open or closed.
By a crocodile with its prey,
By a old friend,
With arms and body’s intertwined.