our minds are more awake while we sleep.
so this is why i never go to bed.
because i'd rather dream with my eyes open.
and how dare the stars still shine,
as we are dropping dead like flies.
but i guess that's their point.
i like to pretend that i am walking through the universe.
it's much easier to understand up there;
why our eyes shine, why our cheeks ignite.
because we are made of stars.
we are barely a pinprick on the map of this universe,
but we are made to
S H I N E
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
our minds are more awake while we sleep.
so this is why i never go to bed.
because i'd rather dream with my eyes open.
and how dare the stars still shine,
as we are dropping dead like flies.
but i guess that's their point.
i like to pretend that i am walking through the universe.
it's much easier to understand up there;
why our eyes shine, why our cheeks ignite.
because we are made of stars.
we are barely a pinprick on the map of this universe,
but we are made to
S H I N E
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