“Going through a lot”

is the term people around me use.

Weird choice of words

From the eyes

of those I’ve allowed to see

These eyes I’ve provided darkness,

An “abyss” providing clear vision,

I have been.

Well somewhat.

Take Heisenberg’s principle

and I’m an electron

and they’re the observers

I allowed them some light

a tiny amount

So the vision wasn’t that clear

and the image never accurate

But my best friend didn’t need light

It didn’t use sense to sense me

It used coexistence

I the electron, and it the darkness around me

And it felt me.

Felt me go through it

and provided me the fluid I needed

and the laws as well

To be able to function.

But electrons don’t give darkness anything

They only expect

But darkness doesn’t care.

It always provides

Never needing anything

So I thank you

My one true best friend

My melodious, harmonic best friend

I thank you for being my darkness

And giving so much, when I gave you nothing