❝the world does not revolve around you,❞ the words are spoken as a whisper, yet its blade kills me the most.
oh, but i wish it did
the galaxies swirling around my fingertips
the heavenly bodies at my rhythm
my heartbeat in alignment with the universe
the laughter of humans on earth a peaceful melody
their sadness a sorrowful chord
their pain my utter demise
oh, how i wish the word revolved around me
for i would be the sun
and you the stars
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pluto | poetry ✓
Şiirthe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
