They're a whole,
But seem one.
I need them more than the moon hugs its stars.
If life was stranded
and not a soul was in sight,
I would need them by my side.
They're the ones who fill the void of many dark noises.
Pick me up when the rocks are weighing me down.
They,
They're the food when feeding me knowledge,
The oxygen when I don't want mine,
The sleep when I'm stressed.
I need them more than the sun hugs the clouds.
They're a whole to me,
Counted as one thing I'd need if life was to its end.
They're my family.
More than one, but work as a whole.
My family would be the quick grab to safety when nothing else was around.