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May 2019
I want to paint the sky.
Paint it red.
Paint it black.
Paint it with a million stars,
For I only see one.
It doesn't shine too bright,
But maybe because it's dying.
Like the colours of the sky,
It dies down.
But unlike the colours of the sky,
It won't come back.
The colours of the sky
Will rise again.
But that one star,
It's energy will
Dissipate
Into a void.
Lost in space.
I don't want a sunset.
I don't want a blue sky.
I want a sky that's so real,
It almost looks fake.
Because that one star,
Is holding out hope,
Even though it knows.
It's not so bright,
But maybe once it was,
And maybe a fire that burned so bright,
Just wasn't meant to
Last.
Saw a sunset today that looked like a painting. It was getting dark.
Then I looked and I saw a star. There were other stars, but I focused only on that one star. It reminded me of something I read once.
Staring at that star, I felt free. For the first in a while. Strangely enough, I also felt an emotion I 'strongly dislike'....hope.
It was liberating.
Try it sometime. Just look at the sky, find a star and focus on it.
It might help with all of life's complications. (People being one of them :/). For the first time in weeks, I'm not that stressed. Weight lifted.
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
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