I like to believe that we are made from the ashes of forgotten stars, that combusted and speckled across the ground like snow, turning into a life form that soon grew into the humans of today, and when we take our last breath, our soul transforms into stars from the dust that lurks within us, and we look from the sky, onto the loved ones we left behind on Earth, and when they need us most, we fall from our place in the dark of night so that they may wish upon us, and we may become a new body, wandering through this thing called life once again.
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serein
Τυχαίο( serein ) the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours of night; evening serenity this is a collection of poetry and excerpts from books written by me. some may be triggering, others may make you think of a speci...
