My wishes are futile
Quite honestly
They are unattainable
The truth is
I'd like to grab ahold
Of that shooting star
And let it whisk me
Into the boundless unknown
and the infinite beyond
And encounter wishes
I may never have thought
To even begin to wish for
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eclipsing reality
Poesíaa diverse glimpse into my mind. from love, to disorders, to stars, my mind spews unending words that sometimes fashion themselves into something coherent. poetry takes me away from here, eclipsing reality for just a moment. [ first 20ish are from...