constellation
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I have a fear of the unknown.
The idea of space frightens me,
an endless void where what happens to me does not matter.
I am afraid of meaning nothing.
My room is full of stars,
You're like a constellation;
choas in a celestial ballet,
a series of explosions so beautiful
we forget that inside you
a fire is raging.
It must get lonely,
Imagine making love amongst the stars with the Milky Way for our bed while the galaxy watch
As the planets orbits around us our climax would be like that of a supernova creating our own constellation
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
Humbled by pin drops
Of dust
And of fire
Burning the darkness and filling the nothing
Surrounding her,
She closed her eyes and wished herself
To a night where they couldn’t see her,
Waiting and watching
for the sun to sink.
To witness the colors that will paint the sky.
All the different hues,
