Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

My thoughts are too numb for words, they slip out of my veins but they don’t align themselves into beautiful metaphors. They are crumbled, parched devoid of softness in their flesh,
as if time has sucked all vowels from it and left it, alone in the dark, looking for letters to fill the void spaces with.
It is night, with the moon gleaming on my skin, I feel cosy, it seems to me as if darkness has embraced me for my imperfections and allowed me to be vulnerable. I show them my scars, the stars hid behind clouds giggling at my hovering confusion.