I can't see. I can't hear. I can't feel.

Darkness surrounds me. I can't even see myself. I can't even feel myself.

I'm falling. I'm scared. I'm hopeless.

Are you still there? Are you still holding my hand? Will you be there with me till the end?

You squeeze my hand. You pull me closer. I pull you closer.

I can't see. I can't hear. But I can feel your holding my hand.

I'm falling. I'm not scared. You gave me hope.

You're still there. You're still holding my hand. You'll be there with me till the end.


Ah, the feels… Finished MOA today and… Can we just skip the next few months? Please?

Well I'm not a poet and this is definitely not a poem but since in my opinion it's better then Apollo's haikus I'll publish it as Poetry.