* written on one of the many nights spent star gazing*
"What are you thinking about?"
"Everything.. And nothing, one second I'm thinking about the universe and all the unanswered questions and the complexity of everything.. But then I get caught up in how beautiful it is and suddenly I'm thinking about nothing, just looking and my mind goes blank and I think no thought, I barely remember to breathe, I just let my heart wander amongst the stars for a minute or two.. Then I'm back to thinking about everything. It's a vicious cycle."
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
