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I miss passing by the sun,
Playing in Saturn's rings,

I miss the never ending black
And blue of my home,
All of my brothers and sisters
Awake at night,

I miss the colors of Mars,
Even the black holes,

It's not my home anymore,
I'm sad to say,
I've fallen from above
And landed somewhere else,

I've been told it's the beginning
Of a new planet's life,
And I have no way of going back,

So I'm forced to spend eternity
On this newly formed rock
A star has fallen and landed on earth right after the big bang
The incessant chatter
Of those around me

Flowing through me

I hear not what they say

There's too much going on
To understand

Too much chatter

Instead I listen
To my heart beat
Pounding like a drum
Inside me

Each beat is another second
I dare to stay alive

I feel the rush of blood
Through me

Aiding my heart in the crusade

What would happen if it just...

Stopped?

My favourite word.
Everything about it to me echoes its meaning. To see it stand alone is strange. A discomfort. A feeling of strange.
I am falling
Like the leaf
Of an unborn tree
That has yet
To bloom
Like the drop of rain
Inside the sea
That has yet
To climb its way
I am falling
Like the cup of tea
That hasn't made it
To the kettle
Like that time
When I broke my heel
I am falling into you
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
the thing they don't mention
the thing they don't want
you
or the person with the
checkbook to know is
after it gets better
it always gets
worse.
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