Perhaps, one day I'll collapse and implode on myself, becoming a nova and destroying everything around me.
It does feel like most of the time, the center of my body burns simarly to the core of a dying star, diving into chaos, dividing its atomes, creating a suffocating panic in itself.
Perhaps, I was born a nova. I should've died when I was born but doctors gave me a conditional sentence.
I should've burst and spread unforgettable sorrow but now, I am only delaying my own punishment.
Perhaps, I should force the burst now; and never remember my future, my dreams, my life.
It does feel like I'm burning, from head to toes, my cells divinding into incoherent emotions, numbing my end.
Perhaps I've already burst but you know how novas stay alight for centuries.
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Head-Maze
Poetry⚠️ ce recueil contient des thèmes sensibles ! ⚠️ this book contains sensitive themes! Je vous invite à décrouvrir ce qu'il se passe dans ma tête~ I beckon you to discover the nooks and crannies of my mind. Be my guest~
