Perhaps the most pivitol
of moments is when
the day shifts into night.
And all I can think about is
Time.
Time is stirring,
waking up,
moving away
and I’m losing the race
I never knew we were
running.
Running like our
breaths are sacred
and the stars are catching up
with us.
And this time,
Time is catching up with us,
soon it will be gone.
I’ll be gone with it.
It will be okay though,
you’ll forget me
soon enough.
Even memories don’t last.
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Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
