dear jonathan,
"i think that
we are like stars.
Something happens
to burst us open
but when we
burst open
and think we
are dying,
we're actually
turning into
a supernova.
And then
when we
look at
ourselves again,
we see that
we're suddenly
more beautiful
than we ever
were before."
i used to
say that
to myself
but now..
i'm
the star
about
to fall
out of the
beautiful
blue sky
because
i don't
belong there.
that star
was the littlest
of them all
and
is
always the
one missed
by astronomers.
i wish
i could
stay in
the sky
longer,
for stars
do not
judge you.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Fiksi Remajaquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]