Sanctuary [Poetry]

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The stars are pouring on my hands, I keep on catching it.

Each one is too heavy,
too sad, and
too dying.

They are dead weighing like living beings. I am alive but I don't feel like one. Stars aren't and yet they glow like they breathe.

My tears don't taste like the ocean but the river. The waves are flat and yet they keep on flowing.

Just flow,
and flow,
like they know the way.

Maybe tears like to fall down so they could reach the heart.

Maybe everything is in love with gravity. Maybe that's why falling hurts and so are the other aspects of emotion.

Maybe regrets isn't on top but at the very bottom because we feel so down when everything is damn negative.

/2019Jun4