I can still recognize them for the origin from which they came, but the distance is noticeable
It makes my heart sink
To think, that this place will never exist again
Id like to think that they were happy together, enjoyed building and cultivating the stars together. I'd like to think that, maybe, just maybe, they didn't really love eachother at all.
That the lightyears will never mend
Their solar systems have shifted
The stars have since distanced
Their ability to co-exist with a dying bliss that I haven't seen in light-years
Sometimes I wonder if the distance was there all along...
I miss the gravitational tides we used to ride
The endless field of stars that made their planets shine
The rings that used to be their driving force has now died
and the only thing that exists
Is the small planets they can't forget
The only reason they still try to co-exist in this now vast solar eclipse
No Arora Borealis can dance in the sky
No cities of stars that hold the keys to their life and memories
No no nothing
It is no longer a reality
A piece of existence, now made memory
A treasure, now made lost
I wish there was a way to turn back time
I understand that it's not my fault...
I wish early on they could realize
Is there anyone at fault...
I wish I didn't have to sit here and write about the lost scrolls that never made it to the final destination
I wish I didn't have to sit here and reminisce
On a universe that no longer
and will
cease
to
exists
- S, aged 18
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The Chronicles Of My Brain
PoetryI'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by...
