Ethereal
The blood in my veins
The air in my lungs.
The vitamins in my skin
Gifted so gracious by the sun.
They pale in comparison
Like a handshake to a hug
To the one thing in this world
That must've been sent from above
I latch onto to it
Clinging
Never dare to let go.
I'm a parasite to its existence
Moonlit by its glow.
It's seen me through,
The darkest of nights
Watching from a distance
But never out of sight.
It fills me with warmth
Sustaining my life on the coldest day
Others claim it's for fools
But I don't care what they say.
What is it you ask?
My lifeline that helps me cope.
I'd give up life without it.
You can guess it, I hope.
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