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There are no constellations mapped across my skin and I am not a galaxy waiting for you to explore. There are no nebulae sprouting from my lungs and there is no stardust scattered in my veins. I am more than that, I am more than molecules that have re-arranged themselves into the vastness of the universe. I do not need you to tell me that I wear a circlet of comets because I am beautiful and because my gravity attracts celestial objects.
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into my skin, weaving through each layer, making me shine. I shine because I stumble over words when I speak to strangers and am too afraid to speak, but do it anyways. I shine because I press forward, even when life seems to be nothing but an unrehearsed orbit. I need you to tell me that instead of being a solar flare: wild, fiery, unpredictable, I am human: flawed, timid, predictable. These are the things I pride myself on. There never have been novas in my eyes or supernovas curling beneath my smile, but when I love, I could swallow black holes and still run out of room.
The best piece of advice I can give you is that the things you look hardest for start to disappear quickest. I am not a cosmic wonder for you covet.
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into my skin, weaving through each layer, making me shine. I shine because I stumble over words when I speak to strangers and am too afraid to speak, but do it anyways. I shine because I press forward, even when life seems to be nothing but an unrehearsed orbit. I need you to tell me that instead of being a solar flare: wild, fiery, unpredictable, I am human: flawed, timid, predictable. These are the things I pride myself on. There never have been novas in my eyes or supernovas curling beneath my smile, but when I love, I could swallow black holes and still run out of room.
The best piece of advice I can give you is that the things you look hardest for start to disappear quickest. I am not a cosmic wonder for you covet.
Literature
Stars
The stars'
Shining light
With hope
And happiness
So far
But still
So close
Each one
A dream
Each one
A friend
Literature
interstellar
there is
something about the night that
makes me want to fly.
once, i had a dream
where my fingers could touch
the sky—and i pulled down the stars
from the velveteen darkness
to stitch them into my
skin. i was nebulae;
a smoldering quasar as
the universe flowed
through my ravenous veins.
a supernova landed on my
tongue and the bittersweet taste of
one million galaxies
circulated into my soul.
in that moment,
i became the cosmos—
with asteroids in place of eyes
and pluto orbiting between the confines
of my ribcage.
my wings are made of stardust
and luminescent constellations.
with them,
i will soar higher
than any god
ever
Literature
Your feelings are valid
I once read
that a teaspoon of matter
from a black hole
can weigh thousands of tons
upon Earth
so think about that
when someone tells you
your problem is no big deal
for
it may not look
like you have the weight of the world
upon your shoulders
but it sure can feel like it.
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I've had this written for some time now, but I'm just getting around to posting it.
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Sometimes I forget I'm beautiful, but other times I need to remember that I'm just human. I've learned that no matter what I need to keep going, to take one breath at a time. β₯
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Sometimes I forget I'm beautiful, but other times I need to remember that I'm just human. I've learned that no matter what I need to keep going, to take one breath at a time. β₯
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