The sun twinkled
through the pine needles that almost kissed the dusky sky
just barely missing the soft hues that were brushed across the atmosphere
by the gravity that holds us to the ground
and turns us over
morning to night
stars fill my eyes
faded into the vastness of the night sky
fleeting colors folding bending
shifting to the backdrop of dewy obsidian
as I lie here
waiting
I imagine being a blush of color in the heavens
must feel like floating in a blanket
the faint smell of bubblegum and spring breezes
concepts of emotion
morals
love
just faint hazy memories
giant floating spheres of gas and rock
hurtling through space
always moving farther away from each other
life is simple
if you let it be
but curiosity and the desire
to know
to truly know
will always win out
and we complicate everything on our journey to make it make sense
the crinkle of baking parchment
I want to taste the way you smile
I want to wear all the colors in the aurora borealis
and laugh until I'm happy
who I am
doesn't matter to the celestial beings we draw in the heavens
vague enough to be beautiful
defined enough to be fiction
I wish to simply be nothing more than a single drop of water
slipping into a cycle of life
that's simpler
simple like star shine
through the pine needles that almost kissed the dusky sky
just barely missing the soft hues that were brushed across the atmosphere
by the gravity that holds us to the ground
and turns us over
morning to night
stars fill my eyes
faded into the vastness of the night sky
fleeting colors folding bending
shifting to the backdrop of dewy obsidian
as I lie here
waiting
I imagine being a blush of color in the heavens
must feel like floating in a blanket
the faint smell of bubblegum and spring breezes
concepts of emotion
morals
love
just faint hazy memories
giant floating spheres of gas and rock
hurtling through space
always moving farther away from each other
life is simple
if you let it be
but curiosity and the desire
to know
to truly know
will always win out
and we complicate everything on our journey to make it make sense
the crinkle of baking parchment
I want to taste the way you smile
I want to wear all the colors in the aurora borealis
and laugh until I'm happy
who I am
doesn't matter to the celestial beings we draw in the heavens
vague enough to be beautiful
defined enough to be fiction
I wish to simply be nothing more than a single drop of water
slipping into a cycle of life
that's simpler
simple like star shine
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