There is a time when the dark becomes comforting
Early morning wrapped in a blanket of the cosmos
Each thought a dream
Each dream a lifetime
reality a world away
a faucet not fully turned off
your sister got home late
brushed her teeth to the fluorescent light above the sink
her eyes deep enough
to dive in
discover a world untouched
A place where only she exists
Purples and blues
bruises felt deep on the inside
from a day where you finally felt free
only to be tucked into a bed
the light clicked off
and the universe to be reflected on your ceiling
reminding you of worlds you will never get to see
how small are your thoughts?
small enough to be known only by you
alone in a bed
whispered into a pillow
to toys that will one day be forgotten
In the end,
it all keeps existing
even after I am gone.
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