i live in my own world,
my own fantasy.
in my mind,
away from reality.
reality is ugly,
we have been drowned in a bucket of acid also known as "chaos".
so we must find beauty,
in this ugly thing called "reality".
YOU ARE READING
comets & stardust.
Poetry𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞.
