A collapsing star can halt a universe,
But I don't care about that.
I care about the way leaves slightly rattle in the wind,
The way that rain dances on my bulletproof skin,
Metal on metal,
Gold bleeding sunshine,
We are made of something extraordinary,
Something just as valuable as a collapsing star.
But it blurs
And the lines just fade away
Jupiter told me to make a wish today
I ask "is it a wish so important that it must be used?
Or can I save this tragic, Crystal powder?"
And Jupiter said to me,
"You decide that, worth is not determined by others.
Worth is self fulfilling."
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118-79 Sunshine.
PoetryWords that are addictive, and liquid sunshine that makes the world trip, God like beings brought down to simple mundane things. We are all simply swimming in a river of burning Gold.
