the void

In the depths of my being, i am the void, a boundless chasm where shadows converge, unexplored. 
Yet within this abyss, i discover my essence, a solarity entity, navigating the ethereal expanse.
I immerse myself in the realm of poetry, where language becomes my realm of sovereignty.
I transverse the currents of verses, submerged in their depths. 
A red thread binds me to my melancholic core, a crimson lifeline tethering me to the depths i implace. It whispers of sorrow, of strive yet it also serves as the conduit to unearth my life.
Like my bedside table , it offers solace and reprieve, a sanctuary amidst the tumult where i find relief. 
But within its sanctuary lies an aperture, a void echoing with the resonance of the obscure. Thus i inhabit this paradox, this dualistic realm. From within this void i uncover my essence, i unconver the essence of my youth. 

Moira, 

An ode to myself, My muse