The Stars Are Waiting

I’m too cold and it’s just good enough.

Do stars feel cold?

I’ve heard I am their dust

Do they decide to silver buttons

Or hide behind the cloak,

Whose fabric unravels from all the ways

The universe moves.

Some day decisions will decide for me,

Even if it’s yesterday.

But for this moment, and that is all

That will always breathe here,

I will rock under this weight so swiftly

That I leap over and

Fly far from this definite floor.

Time flies too.

Just not fast enough,



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