He holds his hand up, shielding his eyes against the sizzling heat of the sun,
as sweat dribbles down his forehead.
He sighs and watches as a cloud forms in front of his lips and shoves his freezing hands in the pockets of his jacket.
He closes his eyes and smiles as he jumps of the 80 storey building, falling into the waves as they splash lazily around him as he floats dreamily away.
He takes a deep breath and dives, as he swims upwards , between the twinkling stars and the planets.He lavishly enjoys his high, relishing every moment of it, knowing the ugly truth that he would return to not soon after.
He worshipped his method of escaping the world with all it's despicable lies and unworthiness.
He laughs whenever anyone tells him how toxic his way is, shaking his head as he take a puff from his cigarette and readies himself for his next trip, wondering which dimension he would end up visiting this time, that would take him far away from this hellish reality.-14/4/2021
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Drowning Stars | Poetry
Poetry"Because tell me, my dear.. How can you ever save a drowning star?" My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy. - •Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18 •Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18 •3rd place in Poetry of The...