i used to paint dainty, beautiful flowers on my canvas
and i also used to imagine the universe bursting with color
but now i feel dreadful like the flowers
that once bloomed with color
and i feel so lonely
like the voids seperating the stars in space
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starlit mindscapes || poetry
Poetrywe stay still and rot in our beds at midnight, overthinking about the choices we could have done different. we spend too much of our time in our thoughts, paint landscapes with the brush of our brain, and write fairytales with the quill of our eyes...
