[of dreams and galaxies]

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All I write about is the aky, the moon and the sea
But there's a reason as to why
I write about moon so that I don't have to write about people
I write about the sky so that the sadness in my heart stops giving way to too much hurt
I write about the sea because that's the only thing ever felt like barely home
So now I don't know what home is but rather
Almost home
Barely home
Could've been home
And it's lonely but also not
Last year I was worried because I had no idea what university I will go to
This year I'm worried because I still don't know what to do, where to go
And the moon hangs above me as I write letters to the people I love
The light so bright my heart stings
With so much ache and loneliness
But it's not exactly sad just is.
There in the space, not moving
Giving a temporary home
And not uttering a single word of plea.