Floating in the sea of wonders,
drowning in them answers.
Making and creating was the result
hence the gift,
was it really worth it?
Breaking to build,
hating to love,
yet dying to live?
Too absurd and eventually logical.
"I beleive in you" was the last sentence,
And a lot has changed since then;
My plants got bigger,
My papers became larger,
My pen went wiser.
I wonder if that star we named still exists.
Don't get me wrong,
I don't miss your presence,
I just miss the thought of your presence,
The thought of your smell,
The thought of your stardust.
Our stardust.
