Some nights you feel
Like there are a thousand galaxies
Exploding in every inch of you
And you are burning to bright
To ever be looked at directly.
And some nights you will feel
Impossibly small, like your
Whole body could slip through
The spaces between atoms and
Never reappear in this world again.
And some nights you will feel
Like a paper doll, carefully crafted
And easily blown away, fragile,
Too delicate to ever be touched.
And some nights you will feel
Like each cell in your body is
Made of strength that holds
The whole planet together.
And this is all okay, because you are
Made of stardust and minuscule
Atoms and breakable bones
And the building blocks of
Everything in the universe.
And you are too alive to never
Feel anything more than human.
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Self-Construction
الشعرToday is the day you stop pretending that you're okay with not being okay. Yesterday is going to be the last day you lied your last "I'm fine" sealed together with a plastered smile. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about loving yourself when a...
