I don't want to be anything except
a part of this infinite universe
a part of this vast world
a part of my country
a part of my nation
a part of my youth
a part of my home
a part of my family
a part of myself.

I was your Hazel Grace
Because I thought I was a grenade

I was in my final year in high school when I started liking you
And soon I would leave the same school we were into

I, and the people around us
We became dependent of your actions
And you made us believe that you liked me, too

So much depends upon this boy I really liked
behind his eye glasses were his eyes that had
always been sending me love letters
that I always wanted to reciprocate
his stunning smile made him look grand every time

So much depends upon this rebel heart
that I was ironically obedient to
Because not granting what this heart wanted
would **** me a hundred times

Until the day came that I needed to leave you
I thought leaving would hurt harder than a heart break
But you were the one who left
And that was when I started believing
that I was not the grenade I once thought I would be
but it was you

*You left me wounded

It hurts hiding inside myself,
    I won't do it any longer...  

I need to be free
      To show the true me
          
   And finally escape
          This life filed with
     **Misery

"goodnight sleep tight"
is a euphemism
for "goodnight, go to sleep without worries and without pain. forget your tears as you drift from cloud to cloud within your elegant state of mind. forget your troubled times and hug your cloud for soft comfort"

“Each forward step we take we leave some phantom of ourselves behind.”
― John Lancaster Spalding

“Nothing up there tonight but entropy, and the same imaginary shapes that people had been imposing on nature since they’d first thought to wonder at the heavens.”
― Peter Watts, Echopraxia

“Humanity enveloped in entropy desperately seeking symmetry for peace of mind”
― Dean Cavanagh