"what do you wanna become when you grow up?"
your wilted voice questioned every speck of dreams in me.
your ice cold gaze pierced through my skin to look for options you didn't make for me.
i wanted to say.
i want to collide the galaxies and make my own cosmos;
i want to plant flower in my chest and watch them bloom;
i want to make waves in the ocean of my bones and flaws;
i want to outshine the sun and moon; want them to come together in the valleys of my palms and consider me as their own;
i want to assemble the stars on my tongue and make constellation into my voice;
i want to.
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but,
you wouldn't understand.
because you were made from meteorites;
you couldn't imagine what is was like to witness a starry night;
your mind was just a weed growing in a graveyard full of dead meat;
you were an ocean which cannot teach someone how to swim but only drown;
your darkness can even scare away the sun and fade away the moon;
you only speak foul with your expressions full from scowl;
so,
all i found my voice whimpering was
"i want to be a doctor."
even if i wasn't saving myself.
