There’s always been
this pull.
I’ve always felt its tug,
from someplace beyond
the soul.
Something ancient,
something marinated,
something changing
places in time.
It’s more than gravity
yet, far more subtle.
It collects like dust
shimmering in the
rays of light when
they blanket the Aura—
It leaves behind invisible
traces, it hides behind many
faces, it reaches into the
deepest places left behind
in the dark.
Where only the nameless
hurt exists.
Depression ignites without
spark…