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the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself inside of a space suit and getting ready to begin preparations to take off. when you were younger, they would tell you that the stars could be yours if you tried hard enough, and now they would be. do you accept your mission? to travel to pluto and enter the dark depths of this author's mind? because perhaps, like they used to say, those little asteroids and abandoned planets at the edge of the galaxy could explode in colorful array and turn into something beautiful. perhaps you could see it, if you accept and begin to open the pages. ➳ poetry by a person with the stars under their eyes and a soaring shooting star in their heart, with feelings much too large to keep in one universe. unedited. #16 in hopes and #17 in hopes at some period of time. to be revamped with new cover art soon. ➳ first place and a perfect score in the winter dusk awards. first place in the cherry awards
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WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL

I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

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