[of dreams and galaxies]

[ Tragedies]

My heart is a place full of broken strings /of relationships /of dreams. The weight of the words I never said stays heavy on it. Like all the galaxies breaking into million unknown stars. They break and dissolve into thin air leaving only fragments of it. The fragments of it still surround me to this day/somedays they let me breathe /on other days unknown fears and dreams choke me /leaving me breathless. But they say stars and galaxies are beautiful /ruined /broken / they remain beautiful. Maybe the tragedies do remain beautiful but what a waste to be beautiful like stars but having tragedy like the oceans.
[ tragedies are not sugar coated beauty]