my eyelashes flutter on my pillows, like wind passing the warm contours of my body. i am half asleep and half awake, a glass full of love waiting to be tipped over. a sip from this cracked mug is enough to put the light in the sky.
the stars burn brightly, sending their pain millions of miles away: a cry for help that is perceived as beauty. they scream and we make a wish, put the weight of our desires on their fall. am i the star or the wish? heavy and light, i wonder how much darkness it would take to kill the light in me: but i will never find out.
I will burn forever.
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Meraki
RandomMeraki, pronounced: may-rah-kee; Greek; adjective 1// To do something with soul, creativity, or love. 2//To put "something of yourself" into what you're doing. - cover made by the amazing @crookednights
