The universe, what a beautiful word, it makes me think of stars, constellations, galaxies,
It reminds me that I'm just a speck of dust in this whole mesmerizing world This world so big that this speck of dust often feels lost , giggling in the wind as she continues to find her purpose, her way
But this speck of dust doesn't mind uncertainty nor the unknown, in fact she likes the feeling of the mystery that is life driven by the thought of destiny, her dreams and hopes being the stars that light the constellation that is her, her soul, her stars
The only thing guiding her is her light, her dreams, dreams that light up her eyes with little sparkles, dreams that often feel unreachable, just like a mirage, an illusion that can disappear But this little speck of dust wants to hold on to those dreams as long as she can, she wants to let her wings sprout in order to fly, to the stars, to the moon, to the galaxies that are so far away yet so close, that whisper fo her every night to believe in herself because she is strong, to love herself for the beautiful soul that she is, to never let go of the shining light that engulfs her, to never doubt her dreams. And every night the little speck of dust whispers back : "Not today"
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A Speck Of Dust
Poetry𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢 :)
