❝overachiever,❞ they say, as if it is an incurable disease.
❝overachiever,❞ they scoff as they trample my work under soiled feet.
❝overachiever,❞ i say, at 12 am with the lights down low, sowing my life into what i create.
but see, i do not overachieve
i simply reach for the moon,
but do not land in the stars
instead grabbing its crescent curve
under the light touch of my fingers
and lifting myself into the galaxies
see, i do not overachieve
i simply watch your world from a place beyond
YOU ARE READING
pluto | poetry ✓
Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...