Spaced Out

In a sea of stars,

My head was a constellation of chaos

And mindless insecurity.

In my universe,

There was no lack of striking entities.

 

You were so down to earth,

I was up in the sky

In between milky-ways

Of emotion and self-image.

A shooting star,

Unable to find a universe

Of which to stop and rest

 

In a sea of stars,

I am the center of my own universe,

Alongside striking entities.

At the edge,

Shooting stars linger

And find a universe

Of which to stop and rest.

 

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