galaxies
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It's midnight and I can't sleep
Again
I'd like to think you're still here
Still roaming down the hall searching for what you'd lost while you were breathing
Midnight
When galaxies hang above me
Like a mobile over a child's bed
For me to stare
While dark matter dives past
Pirouetting planets
Meteors shatter, showering the sky
My body drifts along tranquil
black waters
I can stretch my fingertips out
and imagine trailing them in the onyx pool beneath me
Maybe I'll feel it stir under my hand
give way
cradle me
A galaxy of dreams dancing in silence
Stars singing within the dark
Waiting to leave a mark
Then lost in quiet disappearance
It is my unalienable right to not be here right now. I’m entitled to the pursuit of happiness and this isn’t it.Maybe stars get lonely too,Thousands of miles away from their closest friendMaybe they are sick
Authenticity can be seen as reaching for galaxies while others stop at the stars.
I imagine Life after death where we all reach enteral bliss
Death is scary but the only reason I accept it is because this can't be why we live
I pray god made his kingdom just for us
I have galaxies growing inside me.
I move on like light speed
You are nothing more than
A fleeting star blinking out.
The pain you think you caused is gone
Down a black hole never to be seen again.
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
