as quiet as a fire

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i know you feel like an alien in your skin, but you're so lost in the void around you that you don't realize your body is your true home;
for a thread of galaxies lies on your lashes, and the stars that compose them hide under your lids.
the burning flames dancing in your irises make up the brightest explosions between the shreds of your lips – explaining the suns that roll out your tongue when you speak.
but people have tried for so long to step on the planets connecting your veins, that once they got to the moon beating inside your ribs, they shut its light out.
however, the dust their departure has left on your cheekbones is enough to take their breaths away, and bury their already dead souls inside the growing cells of your system.
if they were to wander their way into the thoughts orbiting your mind, they wouldn't find their way back – for that place has always been too crowded, with no lines nor limits.
although, that same space could be lethal if they didn't have the right equipment. the black holes surrounding your sun contain so much power they could suck the life out of everyone – and everything, that dares to get too close.
you hold the entire world between your fingers,
you are the universe.