they tell me that we’re made of stardust,
but i don’t feel like something so glorious.
i feel like the dark side of the moon,
like the space between worlds,
like the howling void,
and the empty cascade of dying suns.
i feel like silence,
like i’m screaming with no one to hear me.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
they tell me that we’re made of stardust,
but i don’t feel like something so glorious.
i feel like the dark side of the moon,
like the space between worlds,
like the howling void,
and the empty cascade of dying suns.
i feel like silence,
like i’m screaming with no one to hear me.