I was lying on the stone bench
Where crickets serenaded
The naked moon above
I stared blankly at the vast sky
With a lit cigarette in my hand
Smoke moving upwards
And drowned in the midst
Of the dark
A lonely star caught my eye
Gleaming as if crying
How I wish I could fly
And kiss the northern star
We will explode
And fall unto the ocean of
Bliss and oblivion
Take me now, lonely star
For I, too, was aching
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
I was lying on the stone bench
Where crickets serenaded
The naked moon above
I stared blankly at the vast sky
With a lit cigarette in my hand
Smoke moving upwards
And drowned in the midst
Of the dark
A lonely star caught my eye
Gleaming as if crying
How I wish I could fly
And kiss the northern star
We will explode
And fall unto the ocean of
Bliss and oblivion
Take me now, lonely star
For I, too, was aching
I almost killed myself last Monday.
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